Too Much Cowbell

I'm sorry, but there's no way I can write this blog without whining a bit about the Latin American bus drivers. After getting up at 4am to catch the bus, I we got settled in and I fell asleep. I awoke to more blairing calypso music with an insane amount of cowbell. Believe it or not, there is such a thing as too much cowbell.

 

After about 2 hours of this torture, the bus driver decided that we had enough, so he turned the floor over to a salesman.   This wasn't your normal salesman. This was a 60 year old man wearing a headset and had a speaker attached to his belt. Yes boys and girls, his terrible sales pitch needed amplification.  He was selling random no-name medicines to cure ailments such as parasites. He had all sorts of visual aids and everything. On a bus. He spoke for FIFTY minutes. He explained the ailments of Sylvester Stallone, Julia Roberts, and even Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson???  Do you know why Michael Jackson is dead?  Because he took medicine from a quack!!!!

Do you want to know the craziest thing?  At least half the people on the bus bought pills!  Maybe it was because during one of his illustrations he actually set something on fire. On a moving bus. Gotta love this place.

 

Maybe I need to change my poll question on my blog. I guess for now you can answer in the comments section. All of the bathrooms here have signs about washing your hands, but 99% of them don't have soap. What do you do in this situation?  Are you more sanitary NOT washing your hands than touching the nasty sink that no one else had soap at?  Hand sanitizer has worked in this situation, but what if that's not available?  Good thing I have my Hep and Typhoid shots.