Access to the computer is slightly more limited than usual due to the fact that our two houseguests need to be digitally connected themselves at least some of the time. Fi Fi needed to use it to get her homework done this morning, and to play her Cheetah Girls CD. One of these girls it seems is Raven-Symone whom I remember as a cute little thing on The Cosby Show. My, how she has changed.
We duly went to the bazaar last night, with Fuad's mother in attendance, but I came back a bit earlier than the ladies who were obviously in a shop till you drop kind of mood. It was more than a little crowded there, touching upon heaving with humanity and other such hyperbole. As is usually the case I rarely had any sense of my bearings at all, and since the main flats there have been demolished this was even more the case than previously when you could at least get some impression of where you were relative to them. I missed looking at the displays of fairy lights in which so many of the residents used to indulge. The bus had taken an age to get there, though it's a relatively short trip, due to the volume of traffic converging on the area and so I decided to walk back. Highly refreshing.
I've posted one or two shots of the market but they cannot evoke the noise, the smells (a lot of smoke around for some reason), and the tactility of crowds that are somehow always nudging you along. But gently so: not terribly unpleasant, if you are prepared to be patient.
Today we found ourselves at the market around the Mesjid Sultan in the late afternoon buying food for the breaking of fast. There were plenty of folk around, but walking was easier than it had been at Geylang.