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Vecinos de Isma

Con Isma pasamos unos dias bonitos en el pueblito chiquito Marang.  Antes nuestra salida fuimos a sus amigos – vesinos a desayunar. Awang es un amigo de papa de Isma, y con su pareja son los amigos de la familia. Antes unos meses Awang tenia un attack de corazon muy duro. Desde este tiempo necessita ajuda de su esposa. Entonces no pueden trabajar. Esto significa q no tienen plata. Y porque no tienen ninguna familia – viven la vida muy ...

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Neighbours of Isma

In Marang, Terrengany we spend tremendous few days. Before we left, we had a breakfast with neighbours of Isma. Awang was a friend of Ismas father, and both with his wife were friends of Isma now. And as a friend, my host was generously supporting them with money. They couldnt work. Awang had a serious heart attack, his wife dedicated herself to him. He needed her constatn help. Their life was difficult by no means. But their faith was helping ...

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Isma, malajskie jedzenie i Loco Loco – najtańsze pole namiotowe na Pulau Kapas

Isma był moim najwiekszym zaskoczeniem tej części podróży. Przez cały czas myślałam, że jest Chinką, cały czas korespondowałam z nim, jak z osobą o tej samej płci, co ja. Wiadomo, po angielsku „you” jest „you” – nie zgadniesz, kim jest rozmówca. A na zdjęciach z CS w zasadzie niewiele było widać, poza jego czarną czupryna i oczami, które mogły należeć do każdego. Tak więc gdy na dworcu, zamiast kobiety w moim wieku zobaczyłam starszego ode mnie gościa – oniemiałam. A ...

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Last morning

The very last morning welcomed us with stunning eruption of colours and shapes. Sea was tempting me with promicingly cool, turquoise waves was hissing to my ear welcome news from my underwater friends. Yes, I would like to meet it. It would be our last time..    

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Farewell

Evening came with a all shadows of gold painted by invisible hand of sun. All of us just ran to the beach, to be petrified by astonishing tints of velvet clouds, softly reflected by quiet surfice of the sea.. The farewell time was still in front of us..      

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Food

Eddy cooks really good. Always we have some leftovers. Eddy is leaving it for later, but never is eating. So in the morning our kitchen is full of food – on the floor, on tables, on stove.. But I cannot throw away this food to the trash. It is still food. So Im carrying it to the jungle, leaving it for jungle’s inhabitant. At least they can take advantage of it.

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Comida bien rica

No puedo recordar donde comimos tan rico. Durante el dia preparaba desaunos para la gente y para nosotras, despues los almuerzos, pero el tope del dia era la cena. Yo ayudaba, pero Eddy cocinaba – y cree me – Eddy coccina como angel, la comida esta perfecta. Gracias a Eddy experimentamos la comida verdadera de Malasya..  

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Varan

Hoy por la manana fui a la cosina. En la olla habia un poco de carne de ayer. Decidi darla a nuestra gatitta pequena, q vino con Eddy del pueblo. Entonces puse la comida a su plato y fui a limpiar las mesas. Nuestros hospedes muy pronto van a pedirme por el caffe. Cuando regrese a la coccina, un repente vi un monstro grande. Era varan que comia la comida de gatitta. Lagartita me miro con la mirada fea y ...

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Varan

Today, when I steped into the kitchen I noticed that Eddy hadnt put leftovers to the fridge. Piece of chicken definitely was gone so I decided to give it to our little, black kitty, Mingo. So I put it into her bowl and calling her name went to clean tables. Our guest was just about to ask me for their’s morning coffee. When I got back, I saw big, fatty waran voraciously eating up Mingo’s meal. it was looking at ...

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