Sometimes, when travelling, you get a longing for something that reminds you of home; something akin to a comfort zone to ease the pangs of homesickness.

Like craving for the feel of denim on your legs after weeks of wearing travel pants, or a taste of cuisine close to your mother’s cooking.

So it is while in the middle of a city that offers you cuisine as diverse as its population, that I get a craving for, yep, instant noodles. Nothing like a bowl of [tag]Mee Goreng[/tag] to get you through your day. Next time, I’m buying me some instant ramen.

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