We parked his car at some small food stall, one of the dozens
in that area and had ourselves some breakfast.
Cold rice was served with something like scramble eggs absolutely
devoid of any spices.
With that came a glass of lukewarm native coffee which is not
really coffee and you don't want to really know what it is.
The sun's rays sliced through the trees and wooden structures
of the food stalls.
It reflected on the clusters of white plastic containers, all
kinds of potted plants and various fruits which they were selling.
After Eric finished his morning cigarette we walked through
a gorgeous little path with moss covered stones and colorful bushes
on the sides which looked very mystical in the morning sun
