There was sea-salt in the bedsheets where we slept at night

rushthatspeaks came over this afternoon and we did not watch any of the movies we talked about, but we did order dinner from Jahunger and practically buzz our tongues off with Sichuan pepper from the hand-pulled noodles and the cold chicken. I had never had Uyghur cuisine before. Next time we'll order from Silk Road. The seven-layer honey cake was indeed not the typical thing.

Hestia yesterday morning was incredibly stealthy.