The owner of the restaurant ended up giving us a ride back to town, where we found a place to stay. In short order, we'd decided against staying town, quickly asked for our money back, walked the 3km back to the park in the rain, and ended up finding a place to stay all of 100 feet off of the park's property. The doors there were not tall.

We ended up going on a walk that night and being asked to join a crew of factory workers for a few beers out front of a local market. There, we met Mr. Chop, Birdman, and a host of other super-nice people who jumped at the chance to feed us beer, fried chicken feet, and what I hope weren't fried goat nuts. Regardless, they were tasty and we spent a few hours hanging out, drinking, playing guitar and failing at understanding eachoter every other word.