Now I can upload pictures once again, the evidence of my wife's recent durian feast in Melaka can be revealed to the world. Fortunately for those of a tender disposition the on-line multimedia experience does not include the sense of smell. Various writers have attempted to do justice to the fruit's extraordinary fragrance and usually have failed. I'll simply say the odour lingers, and lingers, and lingers. Oh, and it penetrates.
Notice the niece, Ayu, in attendance. The corruption of innocence. The scrawny chicken I include as a casual bystander.
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