Thought this was lovely.....

Rather than individually pricing items, this shop has pinned sheets of A4 paper to the shelves, listing the prices of items. Some of the customs here are quite bizarre.

The driving here is terrifying! There are no rules, no civilised etiquette, not always seat belts, and no one even minds.  Yet weirdly there are apparently very few accidents.  So far I have been in a car that drove the wrong way up a main road in order to make a U-turn, been dropped off in the MIDDLE OF A DUAL CARRAIGEWAY by a taxi (sorry Mum and Dad) and, most offensively, ridden with a driver who insisted on spraying bubblegum air-freshener all the way home.

Taking a cab here is a massive struggle for a Western blonde girl. They try adding all sorts of extra charges, such as for the journey back to their pick up because the cab will be empty! Looking forward to the days when I can behave and speak more like a local, and know what they should be charging, to stop being ripped off.

The taxis are either all blue (and slightly fancy) or red & blue/white. Blue are mega expensive. Red are MUCH cheaper, but it’s a game of roulette as to which will be equipped with air con.  Taking a red taxi for about 15 minutes costs about 9RM (2 quid), whilst a blue is about 20RM (4 quid).

Lesson 1: Don't take a blue cab. 

Lesson 2: DON’T travel at rush hour, as it starts at 4, lasts for about 10 hours, and doesn't move.  I learnt lessons 1 & 2 in the same journey, when I took a blue cab to the LRT (train) station at 4:30 and had to pay 30RM for an 8RM journey.

Lesson 3: Always ask for a journey on the meter or the driver will invent his own price, correlated to how foreign and naive you look.  If they refuse take the next cab.