When we finally reached Mandalay it was already late. The sun had almost set as I walked over to the rickshaw drivers at the end of the pier. Want to share, I asked the river couple. Yes, they said and on our way we were. Our hotel was run down and smelly and there was a strange device hanging from the ceiling. I didn't care. I was starving so we went out and walked by touch trough the dark untill we saw this narrow brightly lit place. A restaurant, at last. In the back there were a few girls giggling at us. We smiled back at them. What a splendid day I thought. An artwork worthy or at least a story. But I immediately dropped the idea and continued eating. It was damn tasty.

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