Today has mostly comprised of Sarah and I laughing inappropriately. After a truly spectacular lunch - curry, rice, and something that was probably deep fried vegetables - for the princly sum of about 80p each, we headed to the National Mosque. Dressed in shorts and tshirts, we were required to don some fantastic purple floor length robes, complete with hood, in order to enter and look around. I could barely contain my giggles as the woman at the gate helped me on with the lilac monstrosity, but as soon as Sarah pointed out our likeness to Lord of the Rings characters, I was gone. Several discreet photos later and a few deep breaths, we actually got to wandering round the impressive structure, and found it a peaceful change from the trekking along main roads that has become part and parcel of our days here in the city.
After derobing, we caught a bus back into the main area to have a wander and a much-needed drink, and then Sarah nearly lost her arm in a train door when an over-enthusiastic railway employee decided there was room for one more. Cue more hilarity and a lot of weird looks, fortunately we only had one stop to go.
Tonight's plan is a culinary adventure. Having spied a fantastic little bakery off one of the market streets in Chinatown, we plan to sample as many of their pastry-based delights as we can stomach, sweet or savory. We've done quite well at eating locally so far, but we decided that it's time for an all or nothing stab at embracing Asian street-food. Until tomorrow, probably, when I'll attempt to recount the results.
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