Its way past midnight, as usual I’m finding it difficult to sleep. I’m sitting on the pavement, watching the world-on-the-street passes by.
Kretek, cold Meiji coffee and my trusted Blackberry. Enough for now. Feeling the slight mental drain from a week’s worth of travelling.
Sitting barely ten feet from me – my ‘companions’ are a rowdy couple of drunk men, one selling omelette and rice, while the other merely screams and shouts. Twenty minutes later, they fled the scene as a police pickup truck drove towards them.
Zashnain
An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury
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