
I was almost crushed in the charge of people (two boys) that crossed the bridge from the kampung toward the mosque – where was everyone? Storm clouds thickened as night fell forcing a short sprint to the hawker centre near the hotel. The air was heavy with moisture and so were my clothes by this time. As the heat of the cooking and the lack of fans created a sauna effect, I decided to dash back to the hotel for a shower, fresh clothes and food. I should have returned to the hawker centre - the restaurant’s nasi goring was extraordinarily dull.
2 comments:
Did you take this picture? It's stunning. What beautiful sewage.
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(It really is a beautiful picture. What a shame that's frothy murk-water. ~shiver~)
All the photos are my own. Shame Blogger doesn't include a 'scratch and sniff' application to capture the true essence of this particular area.
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