It was time for coffee. I rode to the market. O, it was lovely to see all the people there with their produce. It was a lively, happy place.
At the coffee shop a young boy was my waiter, and took his job quite seriously. He brought me all the things I could want and took my order too.
I didn't know really what to make for dinner so I just bought what I liked. Passing the indigenous farmers' section, I bought two bags of purple fruit to try from curiosity. I also picked up a second coffee for the afternoon.
On the way home I pedaled all the way up a steep part of the road and was cheered by the motorcycle drivers at the top. I gave one of the bags of mystery fruit to my landlord's helper and went up into the house.
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