I just want to keep writing about Kurakura Homestay.
And when I run out of things to write, I want to travel back there for more adventures to write about.
It really was a home for us.
If you aren’t after an adventure (like trekking to caves), then you can always simply laze about the house and enjoy the fabulous company, and equally fabulous food.
But I’m warning you – you may find yourself exploring, despite your original intentions.
Liza has a way of enticing your curiousity…
Now, one of the memories that sticks out for me is the sound of crashing Durian.
Have you ever tasted Durian?
It is a bit like a creamy raw onion.
It’s not bad, but it is definitely an acquired taste.
Some people (mostly the locals) LOVE them.
Every now and then, you would hear a *crack…crack…crash!!* coming from somewhere in the jungle around you.
It was the sound of durian falling.
The fruit normally grows pretty high up and you have to be very careful about the “ripe time” for eating it.
Mostly within a day or it falling.
The first time I heard this, it was followed by a very determined *thud, thud, thud* as Liza would RUN to the balcony to determine where the sound had come from.
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