After leaving Jakarta, our world weary travelers holed out late into the night at the Mandarin Oriental after our final shared flight and not at all a bad place to retreat with room service for wine and dinner, we were quite content to call it a day. En suite with a balcony over a busy harbor and a living room, we who shared breakfast, lunch, and dinner every time we sat down, who sweated together in the Tokyo and Hong Kong heat, cut through airport lines and immigration with bottles of vodka, huffed and puffed up the rice paddies of Yogyakarta, piled into close quartered transports twisting and turning up the mountains outside Kyoto and Denpasar, smoked cigars and kretek cigarettes, oohed and aahed at spectacular ocean sunsets of Bali and Borobudur, and managed to become best of friends, reminisced about our long journey together too fleeting to end.
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