One of many street vendors.Note the extractor fan system.
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Every village we came to had its own language. Each time we were coached in using the correct greeting. Sometimes you wondered if the guides were making it up. I mean, can you say “A-kee-boo-boo” to someone with a straight face? We did, and they seemed to like it. Another one ended in “-puddle”. 

◊ Watched to lorikeets, the multicoloured mafia, fight with a raven
on the feeding tray. Quite colourful – I wish I could have got a
photo but it would have disturbed them – the raven jet black, what
Dylan Thomas would have called 'bible black', and standing at least
twice as tall as the lorikeets in their red, green and blue outfits.
Odd that they fight at all really, as they eat different food – the
lorikeets eating the seeds, the raven eating the meat. But they put
on a good show and eventually the raven grabbed some meat and fled.
◊ An article in the morning paper on the odds of surviving a plane
crash. Happily the odds are good but the timing could have been better.
◊ Wandered to the kitchen to made coffee and tea and was confronted
with the stacked up remnants of the evening's meal. It was a good
meal but high dirty plate-load. Slowly working them through the
system. Smiled at the thought that I will not have to wash any dishes
again for a while. And so many other foods to explore!
◊ Wont sleep in my own bed for a while, either.
◊ Now, what have I forgotten to pack...?