He spoke poor English and asked for 8000 fortnines which is like 25 dollars. I said, is this a joke? This guy isn't for real. This is a joke. I laughed at him and and said, "No"
This irritated him. He said do you have passport, I said yeah, and I showed him the front of it, not the inside. He had an official badge and official paperwork, and really wanted money for the bus. I held out, I had much money, cards and cash, but I told him I had no money. He was very irritated. Pulled me off the bus, and yelled, you owe 16000 fortunes, or whatever their monopoly money is called, equivalent of 50 dollars. I said no dude, you're full of shit, and walked away. I'm used to new Orleans hustlers and this guy seemed like a joke. I found out later this guy was legit, and it was all real. How silly of me.
I got my bike. Went to the store, bought 2 bottles of wine. Dropped off the bike gave the older but really cute bike rental shop lady a bottle of wine. I then went to get my kayak where it was stored, gave them some wine, packed up and left. Not before my homie Jordy hooked me up with some killer hackfish, frenchfries, pickles, pizza, and beer. Where I was had a very small commu ity vibe. I really liked it there.
I paddled down stream, met with John and Toby, and then spent the rest of the day at a SWANNNKKKKYYY bathhouse.
There was multiple steam rooms, saunas, cold pools, hot pools, massages available, 3 huge heated pools, and beautiful women everywhere. That was all I needed. And by far the best I ever felt physically this trip. Cold water, sauna, cold water, sauna, cold water, sauna, and so on.
At a hostle now, we paddle early tomorrow
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