Our mornings are split now, between Jiwa Juice, the quaint little Spanish cafe by the base of the hill by our new place 3D Homestay, and our old familiar haunt Mango Tree, the place across from Padang Padang Inn. The walking commute couldn't be beat in the mornings, but all the late night yelling surely won't be missed.
We've grown into old men over here in the South Pacific, and today this old man craved banana pancakes, and Mango Tree has the best so that's where I find myself today with a pencil scribbling away waiting for them to grill. We walked in as we used to everyday to the early morning electronic dance music they open the place up to before switching it to some trancy island music with a flute.
Somedays the early songs are some good old gangster rap Snoop Dogg, but today it's fast house and when the rooster crows it's always somehow meshes perfectly with the beat like it's some action on a DJ soundboard in the club. It's hilarious.
Good morning.
