The Golden Chersonese

I’m back.
The Golden Chersonese, who would blame the seafarers, to become landlubbers,Nadzru Azhari. It is the land of plenty, where water flows underneath, osmotically that is. 
After the last of the king of fruits had been savoured, the chempedak, the duku, dukulangsat are in season. The fish is aplenty, the tamarind and the tempoyak and the belanga, are but gifts to the masters of fine taste. 
But leave you have to, to test the porosity of the sea and the land and see His signs. 
This is your home port, where your anchor was casted and the seed of the Chengal took roots.

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