The walk we went on was a good time to finally catch up with John, mostly because up until that point I had been high on adrenaline from arriving south of the Equator for the first time, and he had been caught up in work stuff getting ready for our trip north. We walked and sweated while debating if we might be some of the first Americans, or possibly even Westerners, to see this road and it's views of East Java. Eventually, we arrived at what appeared to be the end of the road, and I decided to see what was actually going on in the rice paddies.
I noticed quite a few people will ask you, upon finding out that you traveled to Indonesia, Malaysia, and/or Thailand, "what was the weirdest thing you ate?" For me, it was definitely Chicken Foot Soup. Don't get me wrong, the dish was delicious, with fresh veggies and bits of chicken, but it was a little odd putting a chicken foot in my mouth, suckling the fat off it, and spitting the foot bones out. Luckily, by the time I got to the sixth toe, I felt like a natural.