Jasmine flowers at night smell “deeper” than those in the morning. A more mature lady kind of smell. Lots of flashy fireworks these nights. People are less afraid of the police now.
Let’s see how much more i can write… Hmm blame my spam on my prepaid phone credit, still have lots to waste. And blame my discovery of e-mail blogging and my free time. Wonder if i can include more than one photo in this post
Dad’s laundry shop-the HQ where the clothes are processed. There’s another small place to collect. Sat there last time i was here. Bored to tears