Back in the neighbourhood

This is us after four weeks of wedding craziness, sleep deprivation, ruthless humidity, temple visits, countless sacrifices of coconuts for reasons I still don’t fully understand, old friend and family reunions, ultra-patriotic drinking races against middle-aged Punjabi women, exceedingly good food, a party house with a waterfall and giant floating swan, batshit crazy Malaysian drivers, jet-skis, a bag-packing marathon, and a long flight home. Highly recommended. Now to sleep continuously for a few days.

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Because, for some reason, dark skin is the worst possible thing here

Turns out neighbours in the west are pretty noise-tolerant

The beginning of an exceedingly well-planned bachelor night. Many beers were had. Followed by many whiskies. Followed by whisky-induced pseudo-death and 24 hazy hours of recovery. Also, “Post Malone meets Mexican Cartel Member” tattoos and facial hair, bedazzled fluoro jackets, and the world’s most energetic dog. Cheers to all +++ for organising.

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