Henning and I had varied success in finding a place to sleep. On this particular night we had stopped at a summer camp for kids in a neighboring village (thinking it was a pension or something), and asked whether there were any places ‘like this’ to sleep for the night. The young woman there gave us careful directions, and after a few more kilometers and a car ride from a friendly local, we arrived at…another summer camp for kids. So we ate noodles and meat served from a metal trash can. Whether food is ‘good’ depends a lot on what you’ve done that day before you eat it.
