From the diary of Cameron Runnels
Kulig’s Isani District reminds me of my visit to Siinao three years ago, only bigger, brighter, more crowded, and much friendlier. Which, I suppose, makes them not very similar at all. The vibrantly dressed and decorated people, the clashing smells of various Isinic foods, and the jangling din of music make for an experience that almost borders on sensory overload at times. The narrow streets and cramped alleyways twist and turn almost at random before opening onto wide open avenues and courtyards, every one of them a surprise. I’m glad I have Gina here to guide me, because I don’t think I could find my way out of this place on my own; in the newer, more modern parts of Kulig things are usually laid out in neat grids, but the city’s older sections are more random and organic as though someone had simply dumped the buildings out of a giant bucket and left them where they landed.
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