We made it into C.M. the morning of the last day of S.K. It was very quiet. Bye noon though, the city was packed with revellers. The old town is surrounded by a moat filled with very stinky brown water. It didn't stop people from dipping their buckets, or themselves to get water to toss. Pickup trucks with people and barrels of water soaked the people spashing them as they passed by.
We met Shaun at the Number 1 bar. It's located in a small alley. Two young terrorists were armed and ready to ambush people walking or motorbiking past them.
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