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 please, they said, so I said well, maybe we'll meet again, or not of course. The streets were dark, our room was smelly and there was a mysterious device hanging from the ceiling. I was hungry. I can't remember exactly where we ended up, but it was narrow and overlit and there were girls giggling at us. Maybe I should do something with this, I thought. But I dropped the idea and continued eating. It was damn tasty.

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