As I walk along the street I notice all these little trays made from banana leaves with various bits of food, flowers and the remnants of a burning joss stick in them. They must be some sort of offering to the gods – and these idols must be fat and stuffed, as these little trays are absolutely everywhere – you have to be really careful not to tread on them, as I am sure that would be offensive.
Alas, it’s like avoiding raindrops in a torrential rainstorm and despite my efforts, I accidentally put my size 7 Birkenstock sandals right into one, which is all sodden wet with the rain, and the mixture of rice, Ritz cheese biscuits and flowers turns into a slippery sludge, and I nearly go arse over tit – I was only the passing motorbike (yes, on the pavement) that broke my fall…
Fearing some divine retribution, I head back to the hotel and the wind/rain have really picked up – so much that water is being blown under the patio doors, and whilst sitting at the desk using my laptop the wind batters the glass doors so much that I get a bit scared and pull the curtains across: at least should the glass cave in, the heavy drapes will sort of protect me!
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