Yesterday felt like the official end to the flood story. We went to check on the tent city refugees, but there were no tents and no refugees. Everybody had gone home. Even the newswires, who've done nothing but flood stories for a week, have moved on to other things.
For a lot of people, the story of starting over from scratch is just beginning. I hope to catch up with some of them later, but for now I'll pick up some threads I've dropped, such as the one about Palmerah Market.
Rambutans are the friendliest-looking fruit I know. They've got punk-rock hair, but their spikes are way too soft to inflict any damage. (Their name comes from the word rambut, or hair.)
Rambutans are the sort of thing you can eat by the bowlful, especially if you're caught up in conversation or reading a good book (which could get messy).