Friends walking to the magazin / dukun / little shop on the corner.
And then they set the stage on fire. You think I am joking.
A village street. Don't feed the dogs.
A city street. Don't feed the camels.
Hot springs! The water smelled like eggs.
At the hot springs, there is a tree where people tie strips of cloth (or candy wrappers) to the branches and make a wish.
Braided sheep intestines. More on this later.