Monsoon Dreading
    As I mentioned somewhere else, it seems like every day in Malaysia there's a monsoon at about 2 or 3 o'clock. I don't know if it's technically a monsoon but the locals call it that, so I will too. Anyway, it's a torrential downpour that starts suddenly, floods all the streets and sidewalks and everything, and lasts about one hour. I made very sure I was indoors from 2 until 4 today in an attempt to outdo the Malaysian weather. Those two hours I spent in a cave. In the cave there were monkeys, hens, and some cats. It reeked but they all seemed happy. I ate a coconut and laughed to myself as rain dripped through little holes in the cave roof. And at four I came out of the cave and the rain was gone and the sun was out.

    Well, about 5:30 I was getting a haircut at some place in Brickfields and the barber told me he was from Madras when I asked him. I said "Oh!!! Chennai Meals! Egmore Station!" and a bunch of other Madras-related things, which surprised him greatly. Then I heard claps of thunder and when I put my glasses on after the haircut I saw the monsoon was back and even worse! (I also saw the barber had shaved right below my sideburns so now there is a 1/2" gap between my sideburns and beard stubble- I look like a loon). Anyway, I ended up getting totally soaked and am still rather drippy. Monsoon outsmarts me yet again.