I continued following Bashan, who kept moving forward. We eventually passed through several other guesthouses changing the path on multiple T-sections and crossroads. The deeper we got, the more lively the garden became. I saw strange, yet colorful birds flying from tree to tree, giant flowers and threes with red, purple, and even blue leaves.
It was really gorgeous there. Some houses were hidden among the plants. Some even had thick ivy covering them almost completely, others could be seen without any effort.
Bashan started talking about food, and it quickly turned into an exchange of descriptions of the favorite dishes between me and him. It was quite weird, as many of the words we used had no translations in our separate languages. This led to very weird situations where we had to try and explain it using some strange comparisons and descriptions.
All of that made me quite hungry.
