Snakes and sweatshops

Most of the time when you're on a bus trip the pitstops are at service stations or roadside diners. Occasionally however, you get lucky enough to be dropped off for 20 minutes at a sweatshop where teenaged girls work assiduously churning out souvenir crap.


Then there's the delectable looking snake juice found absolutely everywhere. I declined to try it, but if I had done I would have certainly gone for the King Cobra variety. Why would you go for a lesser snake when you can drink the KING of snakes?


And here's a random photo of a very surprised looking kid