only 22 minutes before the internet cafe closes

So Alice and I are, by some miracle, now in Colombo, Sri Lanka. We almost didn't make it - and that is no exaggeration. Our flight out of Jakarta was scheduled to leave at 7pm. We didn't make it to the airport until 6:55. Thankfully, every Air Asia flight we have ever taken (4 now) has been delayed by at least 30 minutes. If we had missed our flight, we wouldn't have made our connector in Kuala Lumpur, and wouldn't have made it to Sri Lanka and each would have been out by about 300 bucks.
How did this happen, you may ask? Muirhead.
It was 2pm. I say to Alice: "Alice, we're going to have to leave by 4:30 if we're going to beat rush hour". Muirhead: "Yeah, yeah, okay." It is 3:30, Dave: "You need some help?" Alice: "No, I got it." It is 4:00, Dave: "I'm actually impressed you're not packed yet, I can't even be mad, it is just so amazing." Alice: "Yeah, yeah, okay." It is 4:50 by the time we get to the lobby of Adrian's place. As it is now rush hour we can't get a cab. By the time a cab shows up it is 5:20. (This is the point where I accept 25% of the total responsibility for making us late as I didn't pre-book a cab - but neither did Muirhead, so that is why she gets 25% + her 50% for making us late getting out of the apartment. Total blame: Dave 25%, Alice 75%!!!)
So rush hour in Jakarta is like an old man who needs a triple bypass. People walking on the street are passing us. We were in the cab for 40 minutes and could still see the hotel behind us. I was So stressed, because I can do math, and it was plain to see that we we're going to make it on time, especially since we didn't have our boarding passes yet, and the ticket counter closes 45 minutes prior to departure. Alice was cool as a cucumber (a skill developed from years of perpetual tardiness - ask her family). Long story short, we made it, and now I am to give Alice 5 hours to pack her one backpack (it takes me fewer than 15 minutes).
We had to over night on the airport floor in Kuala Lumpur. There were cockroaches popping out from under our backpack pillows, but fortunately, not too many.
Colombo is much nicer than Jakarta...
We've just been kicked off of the computer. More to come. Stay tuned. If you want postcards send us your mailing addresses. We've got stamps.
Hugs and kisses,
Dallas