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| Been on the road, so took some time off over lunch on a grey-grey windy day, and walked with Angie to Po Toi O fishing village, felt time slowing down with each step closer. Can't remember if we went here together, perhaps one night, but it is time travel and a delight - if not we should make a date for it this time. |
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| Houseboats, more boats, floating pontoons, grungy as can be - some interesting salty smells. |
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| Inside one of the restaurants - basic as all hell - dodgy perspex windows rattling the in the wind, see-through bin-liner sheeting on plywood disk tables, and then wild wonderful fresh seafood, spiced with fiery chili - smashed down in chipped enamel dishes. Fantastic. A couple next to us tuck into a massive crab. |
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| On the way back, walked out and full, there is one bus, which comes infrequently. The driver finds the whole thing all a bit taxing, so lets you on, and then switches off the engine and cracks back for a quick power-nap. Lovely, slow-life, while thirty kms away the city runs amok. |
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