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  • Oh I know you are holding your breath, as am I. I have about 11% left on my computer battery.

    I’ve gone from Canggu, Bali to Kuching, Malaysia. Fingers crossed I’ll have my visa ready tomorrow and then I’ll be on a bus back into Indonesia.

    An early morning stroll through the Sunday Market. After I got lost on China Street I got lost on India Street and then ended up on a public bus to a place I could have walked to. Bu, I finally found what I was looking for. Food markets. They have always been my favorite. They are the place to see, eat, and experience everything local.

    Blocks and blocks of meat and vegetables overwhelmed all of my senses. After spending two very slow and wonderful hours roaming up and down the islands of food stands, I settled on some fruit- which I fell in love with- and a pancake like crepe, stuffed with sugar and peanuts. It was so tasty I ate it out of the little plastic bag on the spot. I continued my jaunt through the market talking to sellers and onlookers as I was the only foreigner amongst the hundreds of people there.

    “You vote for Obama?” I was asked a dozen or so times and with each smile I gave an, “absolutely!” everyone laughed and shook their heads in excitement. “Why you Obama?” They would ask. “Because he’s a man of and for the people.” I’d respond as enthusiastic as possible, finally having that patriotic feel I’ve always longed for. “Ya, Romney a man for money!” was the one reply I heard which I couldn’t help but fall over in bits of laughter.

    I continued on my food quest. I ate something like a fritter, made with sweet green beans, mung beans, and flour. I then opted for a mystery bamboo satchel. Sweet rice was my reward, steamed to perfection. Finally I had a blissful moment consuming a ball of rice rolled in sesame seeds, stuffed with coconut. My favorite. The dead chickens, fish, and animals I couldn't identify made me retreat to the out skirts of the market tarp walls. But after I finished eating every little delight I could think of, I ventured back in and got carried away in the flower and cacti section.

    There were tarps strung above us to keep the heat of the blazing sun off our heads and it cast hues of yellows, reds and blues on everything it touched.

    This is why I travel.
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