Walking back through the alleyways to our apartment in the dusk, music tumbles out of a second floor apartment – rousing, unity type of music with choruses seeming to span time in their stereophonic tonal quality, together with an unexpected Scottish roaming in the gloaming feel. The love Ho showed his people lingers with me and I imagine him appearing on the horizon with purpose to stride towards this humble alleyway, the background sky a faded striated orange .. effigies of figures in conical hats bearing fruit suspended at each end of bamboo poles dot the landscape. ..goodness – was it me who laughed when students told me that England has lots of fog. I almost bump into a couple talking quietly beside their stationary motorbike under the light from the open staircase of the 4 story apartment.