I dropped out of the sky today, finally, after hours of being on the move. Landed in Medan, Indonesia, on the island of Sumatra. Immigration immediately extracted from me a visa fee of $25, payable (of course!) in U.S. currency. My gear-laden bags zoomed through the x-ray check. Evidently they don't care what I do once I'm here as long as I pay the bill. I sat for a long time in front of the airport, merging with the swirling crowd, waiting for K. to arrive.
Finally he did, although his plane had been delayed. That has become the story of the day of course. Rather than being home for the night in Banda Aceh, we are currently remaining in the airport at Medan, waiting for our plane to show up. It is now officially 3 hours and 15 minutes late. And counting.
We are sitting in the airport lounge, after running out of other entertainment options. Other than my fitful sleep on the plane, I've been on the move for 40 hours. This explains why i am falling asleep as I type. This explains the keypad prints on my forehead. If anyone can understand this entry it is to your credit. I am too tired to tell if it is making any sense.
So I will stop for now.