The only downside is that while you're learning to jump-rope, you inevitably end up whipping yourself in the same place over and over. There is no better incentive to improve than mortifying the flesh.
Leigh shows off her huge, still-developing bruise from when she was "doored" while riding her bike a few days prior. (That's when someone flings open a car door - usually a taxi door - without looking over their shoulder to ensure that no one's traveling in the bike line).
John shows off his sweet English Village t-shirt and the HUGE purple on his tricep he got after made the mistake of riding on "the ride" after us the previous night. Hahaha. We tried to warn him!
The rest of the day was such a whirlwind of craziness, I didn't even manage to take any more pictures! So let's fast forward to the hotel later that night...
