Saturday 27 November 2010

Not sure about the egg

I went out for local breakfast yesterday with some ladies who have taken me in as a waif and stray. One of the group is Indonesian and she selected the cafe where we would eat.

There is a local market where everyone buys their fruit and veg and the place was not far from there, just two doors up from the 'Happy Puppy' karaoke bar. Enough said.


We had yellow rice, noodles and a hard boiled egg for breakfast. I have to say that the rice was very tasty but I was too scared to eat the hard boiled egg and gave it to one of my braver companions! 


One day on and my stomach contents are still in place.

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