Fat Juicy Leeches. Filled with my blood. They fly, they jump, they suck. They come right off with a sharp knife or some salt, but then the bleeding begins. At first I thought my friend, Tshering Penjor, was being paranoid on the trail when he began scratching and acting agitated on the jungle trail to the hotsprings. Only to find out he had a fat leech attached to his buttcheeks for a few hours. And when he finally scraped it off with his machete, he bled for twelve hours! I also thought the local villagers were just teasing me when they told my friends, in Zhongka, that the leeches would love my foriegn blood. But when we arrived at the hotsprings and Sonam said, "Peter! What's that on your neck?!" I flung that slimy, thick leech
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