March 1, 2026

I had come to a southern island country alone. In front of me was a building, a wooden building whose entrance was a large triangular arch, and there are clouds in the sky but it is fine and a clear blue spreads out.

It is a clear day, but because it is humid and there are a few clouds, the sunlight pouring down looks somewhat softened.

To the right of the entrance there is a row of souvenir shops, and in front of them is a bus turnaround, with direct buses leaving for the aquarium.

It was lunchtime, so I head to a restaurant. The first and second floors of the building are restaurants. It smells of wood. Perhaps because wood and cloth brush past each other as people come and go.

The inside of the building is a hollow square, and there are stairs to the second floor a little to the right of center.

It was 12 o'clock, but most of the places had already closed. On the first floor the only one open was a Chinese restaurant, but it said on a whiteboard that they could only serve zha cai and soup now.

When I went to the second floor there was a place like China Express, and it was closed too. In the end I wasn't that hungry, so I went to the souvenir shops.