The Dream On bike photo was a clever ending, but really, your "everything usually works out" analysis is TRUE! I recently wrote about my terrible bike maintenance habits, yet my bikes always seem to weather as much abuse as I can give them. Problems arise, then go away without explanation--as in your hub's case. I don't even worry about minor rust, clicks, squeaks, or wobbles anymore. If a problem doesn't go away, the bike still keeps on chooglin' for hundreds of miles until I stubbornly accept it has to go to a bike shop.

I also have chronic Deja vu! I’m always asking Scott if we’ve been in place where we are cycling before.

He's probably waiting for Claw Face to show up.

Now that's a niche egg market!

If this mascot had a sign it might read, "Fresh Alien Eggs! Petroleum-fertilized!"

I'm imagining the contents of the container in the other hand have something to do with this creature's Claw Face.

I might have nightmares.

Rebel!! :-)

I left it.

LOL! Who knew that high school biology would be a primer for rural SE Asia dining!

In all honesty I’m not at all clear what exactly was in my bowl, but it all looked like something I should know from my high school biology class when we dissected the fetal pig. My dad was the teacher, that’s how small my hometown is.

Completely agree with your 'No Tendon for Christmas Dinner' stance!

However, a few plates of tendon were standard fare, along with 'more than a few' Bia Hói, after work with my Vietnamese colleagues. Apparently they're very good for your finger and toe nail health, or so the story goes.

They made for strong jaw muscles as well.

Did you?

:-)

Witty as always!

All enlightened and everything.

Bao, wow!

We don't play tricks. We're very serious all the time.

I sure don't see a lot of meat on these frogs. They must be for making broth - frog broth. Yum! I hadn't thought of that but now I wish I had bought a few dozen and had you over for dinner someday.