It was India Street in Kuching, Malaysia. You knew when you arrived at the lcoation that you had hit the old part of the city market area. It was also very close to the bus stations, which weren’t really stations at all. They were just a bunch of buses parked in the same area that picked up passengers. Strangely, the bus system seemed to work really well without a lot of formal administration. I rode it several times. Notice how India Street appears to be wet. That’s because it was. It rained everyday that I was in Kuching. Sometimes a lot. Sometimes a lot for a long time. It cut into my tanning time. And my touring time.