More bus stories

Today while on the afternoon bus I saw a hotdog stand attached to a motorbike.  Hotdogs sizzling on the grill, and it caught my eye because the stall keeper was turning the dogs on the grill.  Then I looked again, and realized, yes, it WAS mobile, driving down the road and frying up hotdogs at the same time.  I only wish I could say we were passed by a hotdog-cooking moto-driver, but we passed him.  And he did have a friend along for the ride who was responsible for cooking.  But still, it was amazing.

first meal

It is hard to want to cook in this city with a million good restaurants and always meltingly hot days.  But I made my first meal in my PP apartment tonight--Grandma's green beans and new potatoes with onions, tomatoes, and dill.  And pasta.  Mmmm... 

Green beans and new potatoes the way Grandma made them.

What i saw on the weekend

Fishing boats at Kep

Bus talk

I ride the 4:10 teacher bus home most days.  Well, and there in the mornings, too, but this story is about the 4:10.  It's free and takes me right to my block--most people have to walk but I live right on the route.  And it has the added bonus of lively conversation.  Which I can't stand at 6:15 in the morning and live through only with the comfort of my ipod, but is fun in the afternoon.  Usually we talk about food and Mandy gives us an update on the new restaurants she and Paul have tried since yesterday.  Today was dentists.  Matt had a tooth pulled but was feeling healed enough to give us a gory account.  I held up through that before Mandy launched into a nasty one which included a tennis ball-sized bruise on her cheek.  Bleh....  Food talk is better.