Here we are at the northernmost part of the country, over a hundred klicks away from the nearest population centre which could be called a “city”.
We live in a kampung, although not in a kampung house.
There is a mango orchard less than fifty metres away. Beyond the mango orchard is a rice field. Between that rice field and another one a hundred times bigger than it is a canal with plenty of fish.
A far cry from the city.
I love the sound of insects at night, the patter of rain on the roof and on leaves of nearby flora, the immediate friendliness of neighbours.
I don’t miss city traffic one bit.
More to come.