And then Ajie said:
"Ah yo, why you want to go Night Bazaar. Got nothing one: They think of all the most useless things that people don't need then they sell it."
And then later, at the pub to the north of the old city, squeezed into a tuk tuk that backed into a scooter, Ajie screamed. The scream pierced the night (it was almost pitch dark, as the street lamp was on the main road), and even silenced the tuktuk driver, who was just a moment ago haggling over the fare.
Ajie's scream silenced all of us. We've never heard her scream. Such a high pitch from such a big body. It was very queer indeed.