It’s raining again. The second day in a row with rain. Not a lot, but almost continuously. At the guard’s booth, an Indian stranger offers to walk the last bit to the entrance of the building with him under the umbrella.

Food is a thing here. Gary takes me to a Japanese restaurant at noon. By the way, eating out in the afternoon and evening is more common here than cooking for yourself. By the way 2, we like to leave early because of the traffic on the road that will cause the walk to Friday afternoon prayers in the mosques nearby. Indeed, later, the cars are two rows thick along the road.

We ate a light meal in the Japanese restaurant, and I paid for the two of us. In retaliation, Gary took me to a nearby Malaysian restaurant in the evening to taste the excellent satay.

In the mall around the corner, there is a noodle restaurant where noodles are made the traditional way.