Since young, I was always intrigued by the architecture of the Sandakan airport. On one end of the building, a wall several storeys high are adorned by stained glass which is in fact quite beautiful. Moving on—two Sundays ago, me and the family went to Sandakan for qingming.
It was one of those mornings you wished they were more clouds around. Though it was a visual feast to see the huge array of umbrellas that people were using for shade. The ceremony was simple and straightforward. Offer a plate of roast chicken rice. Pay our respects with incest sticks. Burn the offerings over to the other world. And voila! Everyone goes for lunch and ice lemon tea.
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