Ok. So my parents arrived April 16th and we hit the ground running. First priority? The fabric market of course. No not the choice of my mother, in fact she probably thought spending 2 hours in a 3 story cement building packed with wall to wall fabric stalls borderlined on torture (George Bush take note, new method!). No my friends, this outing was the sole pleasure of my Father's (mine too but that goes w/o saying). My Dad was a machine, churning out orders for a sport coat (many pockets , no flaps, good buttons), 5 shirts and 2 pairs of khaki pants. He even managed to get in an order for my mom and me in meantime for a Chinese style jacket. Being a seasoned market-goer and bargainer I managed to get them to their breaking point and even got compliments in my bargaining skills. I wasn't buying the "Your Dad big, more fabric" line. That would be 1 of 3 visits to the market after revisions but in the end I have to say my Dad was looking pretty smart in his new digs. My mom also looked very snappy in her new jacket and I even sensed a little regret that she hadn't been a more willing participant on the first day. Next time!
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people lined up in orderly fashion in front of a huge stage doing group stretches and all wearing the exact same shirt and hat and waving flags. Hm...the competition? Not exactly. There were two events that day, an 8k and a 2k. Yes 2 kilometers which is about 1 mile. And it wasn't a walk. For the most part people ran this. They called for that run to start at 9:30 and the entire mass of people left for the start line and were back in about 10 minutes. There were then maybe 200 of us left for the 8k including my 3 friends below. Everything else was pretty much standard besides dealing with the pushers and shovers and
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