Whilst I was in this shop, or rather standing in the street in front of it, my porter Binod was changing his jeans in the toilet - a small thatched, wooden hut. He disturbed a small nest of wasps, which despite being only 4mm long delivered 8 stings in as many seconds. He fell out of the hut in a torrent of what I assume was bad language.
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