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| Rainy view from my room at Mandarin Marina Hotel |
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| A lady in Little India |
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| Shop-keepers lunch |
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| Beautiful aubergines |
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| My lunch |
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| Ladies having a chat & chay |
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| Mother and child |
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| If faces could tell their stories |
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| Temple acrobatics |
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| Chinatown |
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| Prawns & noodles for dinner |
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| Singha girl |
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| Still life |
Luckily only as a tropical rain, but then again, lots of it. I took a bus to Little India for lunch and a walk about. Smells, sounds, sights – it did feel as India.
A short metro ride later I was in Chinatown and sat down on a corner to watch people. Soon discovered that the guys next to me were Swedish, from Gothenburg no less. Before we knew it, it was time to go home to bed. That's how it goes when you are having interesting discussions.
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