I’ve never liked departure lounges. The ones in Jakarta now have new toilets or at least some of them do. They’re ugly. There’s that feeling like what a fish must’ve feel just as they’re being separated from the general population and being readied for dinner.
There’s always the fit looking ladies with LV bags holding business class passes and lost looking gentlemen carrying too big carry ons. At least in Jakarta there’s always a place to smoke. It’s all very weird and I probably just didn’t get enough sleep.
Something definitely happened on Friday, I now know that much. Somehow wanting to know more, I called from the glass box to find out and discovered as much as I have suspected. It wasn’t surprising, merely slightly unpleasant.
I should probably make this less cryptic but I won’t. I know too many of you now read my nonsensical rants.
Back later, all.
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