Pure indulgence of travelling. Your eye is a camera. Each blink could be a shot, in surroundings so unlike ours. A street vendor grates sugar cane. A wedding procession in taxis, with blazing gold and scarlet good luck emblems.
Pink ribbons wave from the doors.
The couple, dressed in similar clothes to our weddings, carry clumps of gladioli. I turn from time to time to see my driver's brown knees rising and falling, in a measured, carefree rhythm. He is an old man, with a noble, lined, beaming face. I sign his book, pay and say goodbye. Swiss Hotel, Penang.