In contrast to our journey south undertaken in the middle of the week our drive back to KL was smooth to the point of monotony. No children on board – all safely restored to their rightful owners – no luggage & various belongings of said passengers, and the fellow above, who was somehow made to fit on board an already crowded MPV (it seems that that’s what the vehicle I’d borrowed from Rachid is actually known as) safely consumed to the satisfaction of those members of the family daring enough to sample such an unusual dish. By the way, the blue thing sticking out of the turkey that looks like a device for filling it with illicit substances is quite innocent. It’s some kind of temperature gauge that shoots up (pun intended) to let you know the bird is cooked. The marvels of modern technology, eh?
It’s nice to have the luxury of not having to fight for a turn to use the computer and to be in a house that can now stay reasonably tidy, but it’s also sad to lose the non-stop laughter and quarreling and eating and playing to which we’d grown accustomed.
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