I have a history of misadventures when I travel: taking a week to learn the Armenian word for "thank you" from daily visits to a shopkeeper, who found me charming, if stupid; peeling the top off of a new South African rental van like it was a can of sardines (who put that awning there?); trying to sleep in a sweltering-hot hotel room in Kuala Lumpur because I couldn't find the A/C (or the light switches, for that matter)...
Heading back to the land of milk by the bag, a dizzying number of languages, sheep outnumbering people, and tangerines and avacados as big as your head.
Wish me luck.
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