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Well, that was an interesting experience. We are in a remote airport lounge area called the Oasis. It is filled with TV sets, chairs, and lounge chairs in the dark. The lounge chairs were all full but two with sacks of stuff reserving them. An India woman said no one had been in those chairs for hours. Susan took one. I took a space on the carpet by the wall. I slept soundly, with the help of Restoril, for about an hour. Then various machines and noises woke me up. I moved to the other semi-abandoned lounge chair. As I moved stuff off it the fellow next to it took it all with annoyance. It seems he just assumed it his for his stuff. Just as I began to relax more noise started up. The fellow next to me started talking to someone else in a rather loud voice, with no regard for 20 other people resting nearby. Then it was time for his breakfast, something in a very noisy plastic bag. Geeze. That finally wound down and then the famous Indian morning ceremony of throat and nose clearing began from several sectors. They like to use a lot of vigor in the removing of phlegm from their respiratory systems. I am not sure how the products were disposed of - it is quite illegal to spit in Singapore. I looked around and the friendly Indian woman was watching me and laughing. I have been reading of the famous Indian sense of humor that is simple and absurd. Apparently it is one of the means they have found to more or less accept the insanity they live in. And we have not even begun to see that madness yet.

 

As you can see, I gave up the pursuit of sleep. It is now about 620 am here. I am going to wander about the airport a bit while Susan sleeps(?) a bit more. Perhaps I can find some interesting breakfast treat, like a nice bag spiced, deep fried insect larvae. Yum.

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Michael & Susan Kuhn
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