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I did a tour on my own for an hour
while Duigs minded our bags and was hooted,
hissed and whistled at every few metres.
There were mechanic shops everywhere here
and tyres and tools and other items were
spilled out all over the pavements. In the
park itself people were sleeping in the
heat, the police were in force to check
on everything, and the beach nearby was
almost sardine like with holidayers. Duigald
had a friend in the park on my return. An
African guy from a Portugese colony that
only spoke Italian so I chatted a bit. We
were a little worried about him, but he
turned out to be very nice.
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