Gone half 4 @ Tanamera. Light lunch was taken @ Beringharjo, after one of those delightful rounds of the old women at both the baju & fruit/veg. The usual human element numerously. Perhaps a week, or even a fortnight was needed down in the great southern land in order to tally anything of the same number… Well, that has to be a gross underestimation, don’t it? No question. Where would something of the kind be gathered out and about in those parts? Let’s try to enumerate: the fine young Viet at Brunetti’s with the bass OZ strine calling the numbers. One or two minor cases at Scarlett in Foots. The Viet bakery around the corner in Hopkins Street from the girls serving behind the counter, even when they were harried. Possibly a fellow cyclist walking his bike. One of the foreign students at the market library—not Flinders Lane any more. It was wearisome attempting to stretch it further.
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