Just as quickly as I got here, I’m leaving. They say it’s the cleanest town in the world, but I saw plenty of areas that had trash in the street. Crossing the boarder, I tool a handful of Tylenol so that my returning fever would break long enough to not get quarantined. It worked. The people here’s first response was “I don’t know” much unlike the Malaysians, when asking them where a hostel was.
I don’t feel like writing much, as you may have already sensed. This mood will pass. Tokyo is next and I’m going to rock it!