The Calmer Parts of the Day

 A photo dump.  Text follows.

REALLY low tide.

Stumpy Bob, standing proud.

The better AWAS! pic I just found.  No doubt in my mind: Croc.

Dinner.  Tiger Cries (Thai)

Wasn't calm when a bird's eye pepper stuck to the back of my throat.  It was tears.

2 guys unloaded at least 50 bags of rice by hand - 2 full pallets.

This tiger was sweating before the tears.

Roti canai for breakfast.

Lunch, not shown, was at the Syrian Schwarma pop-up.  4th time there.  The food is really good.  Mamoud and his team will head to Bintulu next.  He's a good guy.  The other day I was craving chicken fingers.  I walked into KFC.  I could not do it.  Mamoud was driving by and honked at me.  Stopped for a second and looked quizzically at me.  I explained I just couldn't accept KFC.  He gave me a ride to his place and I had 2 kebabs.  He's beeped at mea couple of times since on busier streets.

I have had others I do not recognize do so too.  Am I becoming the Notorious J.I.M -- James In Malaysia?

The locals find James easier to remember and say than Jim, so I am frequently Mister James around town.  I cannot get them to drop the Mister.  And, sometimes I have to explicitly shun preferential treatment (e.g., expedited food) because I don't want it.  I want to be just another local.  A pale, tall one. But, a local.

Bahasa is becoming a problem....more on that later.