This was in my room at the dubious hotel near the airport where I spent my last night in Surabaya. The combination of its Chinglish slogan, its filthiness, and the fact that it was broken, all seemed somehow poetic .... or maybe I was just really tired.
I spent a few days researching different topics, including human trafficking, HIV prevention, and a return visit to the Sidoarjo mud disaster. More on those later.
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I wonder what irony's dumpster would say? "for more nice smelling city" perhaps.
On a completely unrelated note, did you see that a Sox rookie pitcher threw a no-hitter last night?
No way! I've been too busy to look at the baseball news. But I'm going there now ...
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