Torturous Sunday

Yesterday was torturous, healthwise.

Upon reaching my in-law's place I began to experience shortness of breath.

It was mostly waiting for prayers (to the dieties) preparations in the morning.

After a sumptuous (but late) lunch, my stomach began to produce lots of wind.
From then on, it was a continuous 4 hours of belching and..., you know what. (My wife and I call it 'feel like a rocket').

In the evening, a different prayer was carried out - the Hungry Ghost Festival.
Red candles, incense, biscuits and lots of Hell notes, Gold ingots, clothings were burnt for our friends in the nether world.

Then it was dinner and back home. TV and bed ensued.

Yawn!...