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.

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