Is Ancient Kazakh Tradition

Walking to dinner at Mad Murphy's Irish Pub, a man walks up beside me and asks: "English?"

"American," I respond. He then bends down and picks up, hey, a wallet.

"Is yours?"

"No," I respond. He opens it, hey, it's stuffed with cash. But no ID, imagine that.

"We split," he says.

"No, no," I say, "You found it."

"Is ancient Kazakh tradition," he says.

"Ancient American scam," Candace says under her breath.

I politely decline again. "No your good luck," thinking to myself, I've had all the good fortune I need today.

Here's some last pics before going to bed.