I found it slightly disorienting to wake up on the floor of a room that was bare except for my suitcases, my bedding and me. I was in the front uppermost western room of the main house and I was rapidly concluding that whatever the airspace between me and the house next door, it was probably not enough. I was quite happy to get up, dress and go in search of breakfast. I found Master Que in a room next to the main house’s kitchen dishing up rice from a rice cooker. Sambal and pickled vegetables sat in serving bowls on the table.( Collapse )
This is now followed by In Which Orientation Finishes Without Anyone Dying.