I wasn’t going to take the flight.
I couldn’t be bothered packing.
I was entrenched at the Hoover.
But I happened to tell Tomas the receptionist to wake me up about 4 am.
I tried to download the Grab app but nothing was working.
I’d stay here and walk for a few more months around my loop.
Knock knock.
It was the receptionist and it was 4 am.
I thought if I could take a quick shit, swig a few mouthfuls of Coke that had been lying around my room for a few days, then I could manage the packing pretty easy.
I was doing well. I thought maybe I could take this flight.
I asked Tomas if he could call me a taxi.
He said he could.
Things were falling into place.
I had slept four hours already.
It was better than taking an early flight after staying awake all night.
I was ahead of the game.
The taxi arrived.
I thanked Tomas, who is Iban. We had really got on well lately. I also said goodbye to Mr. Lu earlier. This was one hotel I was leaving on good terms. That made a change.
Two whores were coming in from off their beat outside my window.
‘See you tomorrow,’ said the fatter of the two. She was drinking a can of Tiger. Her friend, the bigger titted of the two, looked on at me longingly, thinking what a wasted opportunity.
I had no idea they worked the late night shift.
It wasn’t the kinda send off I was expecting either.
It wasn’t the kinda send off I was expecting either.