An uncomfortable night's sleep.
The hotel person asked for my passport as a deposit. I haven't heard of that at any other hotel, here or in other countries, so I asked her just to write down the number. She said she would, but didn't give it back, or return the five dollars in change that she owes me.
Other people have also been dishonest here.
I feel uncomfortable in this country.
There are some decent people, but there are enough troublemakers to cause consistent discomforts.
At the least, I plan to do the shorter of the routes that I've considered. I may also bus large distances, or find other methods.
I don't entirely blame the locals. In many cases I'm probably the first white person they've ever seen.
I often feel like I'm not from another country, but another planet.
Many people stare at me uncomfortably. Some beg aggressively.
I also receive considerable positive attention. Many people have been helpful.
I now have an upper respiratory tract infection, maybe from drinking some tap water.
Next, go to get my passport and change back, and hit the road again!