It seemed there was much to do in this place and I sipped an icy beer in my usual way and gazed at the sea with islands here and there breaking its surface. It was a chill pill experience and I was really happy to be here.
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Tag: FISH
STREET FOOD AND FLU IN KOTA KINABALU, BORNEO, MALAYSIA.
Walking away and to a bar for a cocktail overlooking the harbour I felt nostalgic. This was my last night and in the morning I would be in Bangkok.
THE TALE OF THE BITING FISH. KOTA KINABALU, BORNEO, MALAYSIA.
At cocktails the tasty food in little bite-size pieces were delicious, much as the bite-size pieces that the cannibal fish had nibbled off me, probably had been to him too.
FISH, EYE TO EYE, IN VIETNAM
By the third day, I was suntanned and healthy and acclimatising to this totally new way of life. Glug, glug not choo, choo and brr, brr.
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