Still, after getting in at 6am from Paris, trouble getting a burger;
a foot massage, some wandering, an hour sleeping on benches and five in a transit hotel, then a bowl of beef noodles and some more wandering, I'm here at the Satay club with only about two hours to wait.
And the satay at B9 looks good.
I suppose I did manage to buy some cigarettes for a bud, ties for myself and pashminas for my lovely wife.
Home soon I suppose. And relatively refreshed.
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