(^32) From there, the narrow lanes of Chinatown zig-zagged past many a hardware and
motorcycle store but no bicycle shop. Now and again, a sidewalk café provided a cup
of green tea. Since leaving Kuching, I hadn't seen any Westerners. I, hence, stuck
out like a sore thumb, being considerably taller and with lighter skin. Add curly hair
and there was no hiding. People never took their eyes off me and my every move
was watched with intense interest. Though I could understand their behaviour, I
found the constant attention exhausting.
Strolling along backstreets en route to the night market, shop owners curiously
peeped out of doors to see what stranger was lurking in their midst. In addition, one
could hear kids call, "Hello, how are you?" followed by endless giggles.
leana
(Leana)
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