An Australian writer of Montenegrin origin en route to a polyglot European port at the head of the Adriatic mid-2011 shipwrecks instead on the SE Asian Equator. 12, 36, 48…80, 90++ months passage out awaited. Scribble all the while. By some process stranger than fiction, a role as an interpreter of Islam develops; Buddhism; some living Hinduism (Long story). Publication history, 2011-25: https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/7584915877238815805/5174353156097766182
Friday, June 10, 2011
Culture Shock. (On the road: first stop Sing - Aug25)
Hose in the bathroom. No time to be shocked or finnicky, standing on ceremony. Not a problem, did the soap in the dispenser out in the hallway do its work. Plenty of rich yellow color, like some of the curry they serve in these Indian places—the button gave ample. Three good latherings & rinsings to no effect. Stink of mortality. Possibly one of the Indian lads at the adjoining tables comprehended; insufficient care with the sniffing. Second attempt, another three latherings & rinsings. Gotta be satisfied with that, vestige of doubt or no.
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