Then probably because of the rain (even though it had stopped), there seemed to be lesser vacant cabs on the road and I gotta resort to calling one.
Oh wait, probably it wasn't because of the weather; it's maybe due to the Chinese superstition of the ghost month. I saw people burning offerings to what the Chinese would refer to as the "good brothers" by the roadsides. Seriously, I've never liked this culture. I can never understand the rationale behind all these burning rituals - people died, you burn things; to make offerings to the deities, you burn things; to make offerings to the ghosts, you burn things; to get protection from evil, you also burn things (and drink it somemore). So basically, it's all the same for human, ghosts or the dieties. I really don't get it.
But never mind that. The cab driver is now driving like a F1 racer on the KPE. He doesn't even slow down at the turns. I guess I should be reaching very soon, in one piece hopefully.
I should think about what to have for dinner.
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