The GF is off to Dhaka for a week, but we had time for a quick lunch of duck rice from Kenny Hill. Quick in eating, but it actually took about an hour to arrive. Had he not had a flight to catch it would have been worth the wait; it was delicious and I wished I had brought my sisters to try it. We brought some tiramisu back – it’s one of my favourite renditions anywhere of a dessert that so often isn’t as good as it should be.
I managed to write myself into a corner today, and might move on to another bit of the story before returning to extricate myself.
I am tasked with planning our final Malaysia holiday, somewhere on the east coast.