He shows me to a local restaurant, where there is an old beer bottle in the middle of a fishtank for no apparent reason. He pays, and I get most of the leftovers. We wander around the markets, and I pick up some household stuff for about a buck. This time, I stay in bed a bit longer. Work until 10, then hop into a scalding shower.
Nothing is predictable, except running red lights.
An hour later, I hang my clothes over my balcony. I have last night's leftovers for lunch, and read some more. Early evening I venture out to buy my basketball, then some food for my first home-cooked dinner. I make Chinese-style breakfast and bike to the basketball courts before 9 a.m. Not very crowded on a Saturday morning. Also, some soccer on the courts.