Kualacenaku, August 29. The small fishing boat is started struggling. The engine made in China must have been more 'and more' times changed. Now it 's a collection of battered pots held together with string. When she finally managed to leave, it makes a hell of noise, spitting black smoke swirls and splashes of water every time you enchant. Teres keeps the foot with a rope tied to the power lever, and the other with a stick tied to the accelerator. While the engine leaps into convulsions, the boat slips River Light. Along the river
women washing clothes and men who make toilet more 'is rarely a fisherman. Clumps of water hyacinths run quickly towards the source as if going upstream, stretching their necks of swans with old-fashioned elegance. In reality 'is the current up the river, driven by the rising tide of tens of kilometers from here. And the sea takes us along the river to the concessions of oil palm.
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