At the Swiss Hotel I sit on the wooden veranda and swap adventures and write up notes. At night I find it is hard to sleep, with the noise of a large fan, spinning away. The feeling that I am going to be decapitated, by its three slogging blades. Very early in the morning a neighbour practising his Kung Fu, awakens me into reality. Time to pack soon.
Memories always remain.
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