Indeed, I was stranded in Asia. My sick travel companion had recovered and abandoned me in Langawai. My sin? I couldn't afford to nurse her at her hotel. She was really pissed, especially since she had just divorceed her husband for infidelity.
Giancarlo and I were good friends.
She didn't even say good-bye.
My remaining funds were not enough for a flight to Europe. Thankfully I could afford a month in Penang. Maybe more if I sold my possessions; an Olympus A4 camera, a Sony Word Band Radio, and a large Amethyst ring. Penang had book stores. Buy one, read one. Return for 50%.
In one near Fort Cornwallis I found the comic 1934 novel CLOCHEMERLE BY Gabrielle Chevallier. The story of a France Profound village whose Mayor and schoolmaster had decided to put a urinal across the street from a bar, where most of the drinkers relieved themselves, but also near the village church as a confrontation to the two lords of the town; the rich and the church.
I laughed for the night and in the morning Danny, the Swiss Hotel's owner what was so funny.
That night I heard his echoed mine from the pervious night.
No one has mentioned CLOCHEMERLE.
OH JOY FOR A BON PISSOIR.
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