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... along with his benevolence in sharing his knowledge of Kilwa and his poems and ballads with us.
4. Having my ears be serenaded by the lovely traditional Omani music as I walked the streets of Sohar. These performances definitely win over the musical concerts of the world today, especially because I was able to experience them so close up!
5. Seeing the impressive dry stone construction ...
... The city was in a constant movement, not only within the market square, but also the fleets sent out along the trade route by the government to ship goods and to collect tributes. Caught up in this unforgettable moment, an accidental glance at my watch overrode all prior thoughts as I virtually flew across the market to the other side of the city to my meeting place with Nathan in a small shack near a rice farm. After stumbling around from one dwelling to the next, I ...
After docking in mainland India once more we traveled by land to the port city of Masulipatam. In size and appearance it was very much like those cities we had seen whilst following the roadways and paths. We did not secure passage East ward as quickly as I had hoped and we were running behind on schedule. I feared that our haste from the island State would be in vain.
Our passage ...
... for the first time. Both
highlighted what was a miserable trip to Guangzhou.
On Friday, Shubham, our Indian coworker, invited us to the fourth
floor to celebrate the Dewali Festival. Other than the fact it was a holiday to
cook some curry, our host could not tell us much more about it. Howbeit, we
still had a good time as our hosts, Shabhum and Nathan, invited some other
people to join us for some curry and drinks.
... I passed by them. As heart drenching as that could be, what really troubles me is the abundance of children beggars. They aggressively seek out passer by and would not let go till they get something. I witnessed this first hand when Yoyo and I took a stroll down a popular walking path by the Pearl River. A five year old girl, who was selling flowers, grabbed hold of Yoyo and would not let go. She hugged Yoyo's leg and looked up at us with sad frightened eyes. ...