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About Medan

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, neon lights flickerin’ like a bloody tease. Reminds me of that flick I love—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk, yeah, floatin’ on his lake, all calm-like—me, I’m the opposite, heart racin’, lookin’ for a bit of naughty fun. “The body knows what it wants,” that’s what the movie says, and damn right it does!

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Every island in Indonesia so far has been filled with smiling locals trying to help, a lot of “Halo, mister” and locals taking 10 times more pictures of us.

But then, outta nowhere, a storm rolls in. Like, one minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky’s throwin’ a tantrum. Rain starts pourin’, and I’m stuck there, drenched, tryin’ to finish my food. Budi just laughs and says, “Welcome to Waisai!” I’m like, “Thanks, man, I’ll take the rain with my rice.”

Figure 3: GC/MS spectrum of Galaxolide ® from alga sample (a) and the...