But I was lovin' it. We walked through the airport, feeling proud that we did not know what anyone else was saying. For once we were the tourists who had no idea. Although Tyson had been here he wasn't certain where to go before he didn't need to get directions because he was with his school. Then we saw our saviour, a small Asian man who looked like the karate kid's instructor, holding a sign "Tom and Tyson."
             He took us to one of the two person taxi carriages and ditched our gear in the back of it. Quickly the little man picked up the carriage and started running. I felt like the biggest tourist ever, people were staring at us as we bounced past on the way to our back packers lodge. This place, we had heard, was the best for backpackers. Extremely cheap and secure. That was what we were looking for. We both organised our gear then decided we would sleep to try and get over our jet lag. This was a trip I was
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