Run To The Future

My long hot nights in Vientiene are spent mostly on the toilet. The main side effect of the antibiotics I'm on, which are slowly clearing up my infected chest, is diarohea. Severe diarohea. Anyway, it was the night before last that was the worst, up every 20 minutes, but last night I was woken by something else entirely. At about 4am (I checked my phone) the dogs started barking and there were people in the courtyard, and a motorbike pulled up. Evidently the guy directly downstairs from me had brought home a lady of the night. The walls are thin, and the floor is even thinner, so I had a good reception of them having sex. Fuck, I thought it was going to go on all night, so I quickly popped one of my strong pain killers (with muscle relaxant, it's all good), but the noises only lasted 90 seconds. Then there was some negotiating with money and she stole away back into the night. Of course, all their activity got the chicken (ok, ok, rooster) all excited, so it started crowing and wouldn't shut the fuck up. But by then my pill had kicked in, and I drifted into sleep dreaming of leaning out of my window with a rifle and shooting the chicken (ok, rooster).