Our Muslim Bakery. Perfect bread, kneeded with great care.

20 minutes later and a slow meander, I am where I will spend the 1st part of my morning. At the gate the policeman greets me. Inside Soon Tang, my translator, is waiting. Students are happy to see me. They ask about my morning. They tell me about their evening. We teach. We learn. We taste and smell and experience. Life isn’t meant to be rushed. We are created to savour. To enjoy and relish.

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