Nepal 49: Wiping My Ass With a 5-Star Hotel

Marina Bay Sands at Night

Wrenching my attention away from the paragliders, I looked back to my coffee. It was cold. I downed the ristretto in one shot, and chugged the remainder of the Americano. I opened my computer, and then immediately closed it.

I got up and asked the barista where the bathroom was.

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