Like one would wipe a window glass clean with a moist cloth. We boarded a light railway at the airport, and then changed to the tram, cool, new, air-conditioned, which took us to our destination in the city, meandering through many suburbs, through streets, under road bridges, amongst tall buildings and shops. The tram was slightly crowded, but not unpleasant. There were girls in shorter skirts than any that i owned. To be fair, they looked better in them, too. One of them tall with narrow shoulders and long limbs, a laptop bag across her chest. She had long dark wavy hair and large eyes. T-shirt and light orange mini skirt. Not what everyone would call a beauty, but certainly attractive, calmly confident and with an air of intelligence. They were talking with familiarity, though not intimacy. Hard to say whether they really were, but i imagined they might be related. Perhaps because they looked at the girl with interest, and perhaps a hint of admiration. She certainly looked like a girl one might admire. An epitome of youth, clever. Not showy, but perhaps knowing her worth. Turkey and explore more. Coffee is it is too sweet. Vitage and was disappointed. It was more watery and sour than our local cultured milks. But it was just something i wanted to try. Lesson learned, stick to the brands you know.