Chapter 8: Coastal CharmsCoastal Parade
The road south caressed the coastline, ocean glittering to my left,
jungle pressing to my right. Troops of monkeys played in the trees,
their chatter a wild soundtrack to the ride.
A beach resort tempted me, but its prices pushed me onward. Hunger
gnawed at me by the time I reached Rompin, and the market became
my salvation. I bought far more food than one person could possibly
eat, piling my plate high with spices and colour. It was indulgence,
excess, and joy all at once.