kalpaz

In a hostel-type place with a maze of narrow hallways: one led to the beach but I kept going to another then a third exit. Stormy weather and I was outside. N. came to see me which made me very happy. Had a nice chat. She had left my stuff scattered on the street and I went to pick it up. She appreciated it. Saw some food stands (reminded me of a wide Siberian street, few cars) but most of the sweet potatoes were gone. I figured the rats had gotten to the food. Some of my stuff, including my bicycle, was there. Saw some other red and black seats and briefly wondered whether somebody didn't steal mine.