One of the best ways to ever start a morning in a foreign country:
Stumble across a marching band playing the theme song from Indiana Jones.
Does it help this scenario that I was staying in a wooden hut most easily reached by a boat ride up a muddy river? Perhaps.
That after I left here I climbed the largest hill around to reach the towering religious monument at the top? Yep.
That two other foreigners walked into band practice while I was there? Well, no, that one kind of killed my special moment. It happens.