Now, where was I?
The Brazilian restaurant was like an endless buffet where in one took a plate a smorgasboard of vegetable and rice dishes then sat down. I was wondering for a moment whether we were in a vegetarian establishment but soon that theory was proved far off the mark as the servers came to table with skewer after skewer of all manner of meat and sharp knives with which to slice thin strips of it onto your plate. This parade continued until we begged them to stop.
That night I rode back to my hotel with a cabbie who made a hell of a lot of grunting noises and muttered. He also was found of pumping the breaks which made me a tad nauseous. I had not watched tv much at all since early last summer, but spent many an hour in the hotel room with CNN on and wondering why it sucked to much. Apparently, Madonna is adopting a poor child and Oprah thinks it's wonderful and so do all the fans of Oprah, blah, blah, blah. There is no doubt in my mind that the child will be better off MATERIALLY now. This story played every 20 minutes and so it got a little sickening, a lot sickening.
On friday, I went with J. to an Islamic center for English speakers and bought some books, including a very interesting book on the traditions of "Intellectualism in Islam" which is quite challenging and layered. I will share some of those details at a later date and I made an appointment to speak with someone there this coming December regarding questions I have about the religion.
I spent the afternoon of Friday by myself (J. was visiting relatives, friends, et cetera for the holiday week) walking around the Museum of Ancient Asian Civilisations and later around the malls of Orchard Street, or is it Orchard Drive, or it could be something else, Orchard something. J.'s mother gave me a coupon worthe 50 Sing Dollars to eat at the Marriot Hotel and my chicken sandwich and clam chowder cost every bit of it. I returned to my hotel Friday night and watched bad tv until J. came to visit me.
Saturday morning was spent sleeping and then to the harbour to leave for Medan. I'll finish this story later. Sorry for all these typos.
That night I rode back to my hotel with a cabbie who made a hell of a lot of grunting noises and muttered. He also was found of pumping the breaks which made me a tad nauseous. I had not watched tv much at all since early last summer, but spent many an hour in the hotel room with CNN on and wondering why it sucked to much. Apparently, Madonna is adopting a poor child and Oprah thinks it's wonderful and so do all the fans of Oprah, blah, blah, blah. There is no doubt in my mind that the child will be better off MATERIALLY now. This story played every 20 minutes and so it got a little sickening, a lot sickening.
On friday, I went with J. to an Islamic center for English speakers and bought some books, including a very interesting book on the traditions of "Intellectualism in Islam" which is quite challenging and layered. I will share some of those details at a later date and I made an appointment to speak with someone there this coming December regarding questions I have about the religion.
I spent the afternoon of Friday by myself (J. was visiting relatives, friends, et cetera for the holiday week) walking around the Museum of Ancient Asian Civilisations and later around the malls of Orchard Street, or is it Orchard Drive, or it could be something else, Orchard something. J.'s mother gave me a coupon worthe 50 Sing Dollars to eat at the Marriot Hotel and my chicken sandwich and clam chowder cost every bit of it. I returned to my hotel Friday night and watched bad tv until J. came to visit me.
Saturday morning was spent sleeping and then to the harbour to leave for Medan. I'll finish this story later. Sorry for all these typos.
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