focus -feel like my glasses are clean

This will probably be the last night I sleep without Stan who turns out to be AfghaniSTAN rather than PakiSTAN. While Stan might be doing Ramadan,  I feel like I am eating for both.
My day started at the Days Inn breakfast. I shared the room with a family of mother and three children. When asked where they live "around here" and their names- little man, handsome, and sissy. Right and my name is Rhodes Island. As they poured all the coffee milk into a water bottle, it was apparent the motels still don't remember that children travel.
It was then off to the Japanese Garden. The volunteer guide was great. I have a much better understanding of the thought behind the design. I am sure some wondered that I took pictures of the bottom of benches etc here are a few Snapshots.

In the gift shop I looked at tea bowls and one stood out. I have known world renowned potters. None of them would have considered this bowl jaw droppings, but my jaw dropped at the price, $400.

After the garden and gallery it was off to Chinatown, the homeless and the Voodoo donut shop. There was a line from the time I came to the area until after the book store and Shanghai tour. Amazing. The maple syrup and bacon was a $3 donut. The others were 1.50 to 2.25. I shared an ice coffee and chocolate donut with Rita. 

This was an area with many street people but I tried to be careful when taking pictures. Some had dogs, knives, pots and pans. There was a mission for toilet but you needed to spend a 5 minimum to use a bars restroom. Rita had ulcers on her legs and a shopping cart full of treasures. I asked if she got to the Dr and she said yes, but I think not. The music coming from the instruments would make one say don't quit your day job but oh that is right this is your job. Most were not too strung out. I don't think Rita started that young.  But she had never heard of crater lake and has lived in Portland all of her life. Note the arm on the guitar player. They're someones children. 

The Shanghai tunnels were only two blocks from the donut place. The name comes from the process of capturing men to work on the boats going to the east. They would be given whiskey until they could not stand up and then would be dropped into a dungeon, wrapped up and carried to the ship and unwrapped when at sea. The tunnels also had opium dens were folks would come to smoke and pass out on the bunks. Slave trade is still going on and young people snatched into sex slavery. As I walked about I remembered my remembered my years of looking in groups for run away kids. 

Finally it was off to the Moroccan restaurant where I washed my hands 3 times and ate too much. Off to Crater Lake. 

Dr Martin was next to the book store.