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.)
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Putu Piring
Mr. Hasim's grandmother's recipie for Putu Piring always draws a crowd: rice flour, fresh coconut, brown sugar and padan leaf for aroma. One of Mr. Hasim's outlets sits within the halls of Mr. Teh Tarik; this second a short distance up Geylang Road.
The four women bent at their work-bench eye-catching on the way to and from the bus-stop.
Steve Black image
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