Having left the hotel manager drinking what he told me was his seventh or eighth bottle of wine last night, after which he planned to spend the night creating Batiks, I am surprised to find him wondering about when I get up for a morning cigarette.
Today we have a twelve hour drive to Bromo, where there is a volcanic valley. We arrive at about 8:30 at night at a pleasant looking hotel, although the room I am sharing with Dan looks like a walk in closet until we spot some steps up to a second level where the beds are. Dan is fits these fine, but they are a bit short for me, and with the walls being made of wicker, I suspect I might head-butt my way through them while tossing and turning trying to make myself comfortable.
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