Australian writer of Montenegrin descent 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 & even Hinduism. (Long story.)
Friday, June 10, 2011
Culture Shock. On the road: first stop Singapore
Hose in the bathroom. No time to be shocked or finnicky; no 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 gives ample. Three good latherings and rinsings to no effect. The stink of mortality. Possibly one of the Indian lads at the adjoining tables comprehended. Insufficient care taken with the sniffing. Second attempt, another three latherings and rinsings. Gotta be satisfied with that, vestige of doubt or no.
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