A little guesthouse in a little town in a remote area of Northern Java. Our days were spent sitting on the terrace, watching the fishing boats meander. Occasionally the ferry would pass, treating(?) us to the anomalous din of Boney M and “Russia’s greatest love machine.”
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I had to look that one up. Hmmm...
Oh my gosh, how have you managed to escape the fate of hearing Rasputin? Maybe you need to plan a trip to Northern Indonesia...
I haven't heard this song in ages. Now I can't get it out of my head.
Sorry...
Yeah, I lead an amazingly sheltered life, just holed up in my home office editing copy (during which there can be no music playing!). I hardly ever play/listen to music. It's really strange that I'm doing this blog, actually. But sometimes, one can escape things...apparently...
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