Around these bonfires were rug-like cloths being spread out.
On top of them, were men and women eating and having a good time.
It felt like some kind of flower viewing. [1]
Everybody was wearing turbans.
While their clothing colors and patterns vary, the colors of each race was well defined.
Me and Elinalize felt out of place.
Although this sense of being out of place is nothing new to us.
"I'm getting hungry."
"Yeah, me too.