Since my electric was shut off this morning and early afternoon, I couldn't cook lunch or have a hot shower. In the absence of eating or being able to get cleaned up to go out for lunch, I grabbed my ball hockey stick and went to my apartment complex's playground which consists of a flat tile bit used for badminton and some playground equipment that looks conspicuously like a military training apparatus. Fortunately, nobody was there but then some local kids saw me, one of the very few foreigners in town, and thought I was playing golf. Word spread and eventually there were about ten kids.
In the end, they didn't get to practice their ping-pong but they enjoyed taking turns shooting the ball at each other. But at least I didn't have to eat chicken feet - complete, literally, with bones and claws! Next time I go out, I'll bring my spare and wife's sticks. Its just a shame those kids won't be able to buy their own sticks here.