Titian sunrise this morning, after scattered showers. And a whole fairground has sprung up on the landfill behind me overnight, complete with sound-stage and woven bamboo barricade — it’s as if the fairies were toiling through the wee hours. Gay Rotary Semawang must be having another jump up: good thing I'm off to Sydney tonight — beach festivals on the landfill always turn the volume up, like the calisthenic goody-goody groups that invade Mertasari Beach of a Sunday. We are spared jet-ski tournaments — joisting and such — only because of the tidal flat nature of the waters. We are a quiet community.