February 24, 2003 Bhamo, Myanmar
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Today would have been better if I truly had gone on a WWII jeep tour, but the jeep ride lasted all of two minutes. I thought I could do the jeep tour in the morning, and the helicopter tour in the afternoon. But the jeep tour took too long.
As soon as I met "Danny" I didn't like him. He was a 62-year-old prick who didn't listen and talked a lot about nothing. It was also weird that he had all kinds of stuff: a big camera, a camcorder, and binoculars. So he has lots of money somehow. Another weird thing is that when I said I was from Indiana, he said his niece went to Purdue.
So he took us an hour upriver by another boat to a nunnery, then to another village for shitty noodles. When we got back he wanted to have beer with Noel, but Bob and I were annoyed with him so we snubbed him. By then it was to late to see the flying machine. I wish I would have done that instead. Oh well.