Lenny agreed that if we bought him a beer he would go dance with this street performer.
So this was the result. So much hair flipping. Ridiculous.
Actually probably the most hilarious moment of the night.
Then the Americans found a sketchy-ass hotel above a bar. We got there at about midnight, trying to convince the big Malaysian worker that we were not going to all sleep in one room. This involved Lenny also attempting to give a fake name. I think it was Mr. Sixty-Nine? I think he was still on a bit of a high from the previous dancing business.