We sat there while I slowly emptied my beer bottle, enjoying as I always did, watching life moving up and down the street, reflecting yet again why I love being here, being part of the local community, accepted as a foreigner/local who doesn’t portray himself as ‘hi-so’, and can have food and drink and fun with local people even more than with bulging-wallet foreigners, for whom a $1 bowl of noodles, sitting on a small plastic chair here on the street, surrounded by a mayhem of humanity, would never be acceptable. X Video I vaguely felt Ping pull me across her lap this time, and I stretched my legs, but still with my feet on the floor – as I was much taller/longer than Ping – but happy to snuggle in to her body, my
