Jakarta

Ah, the feel of the tropics. HOT!! Yet, the body never forgets a feeling. This is familiar. The airport, again airports, is a grouping of huts surounding a rectangular building. The huts are the flight gates. The rectangular building is administrative-visa, customs, checkin, baggage claim. It is not possible that the screening system works. No one seems to be paying much atention-walk through, no need to remove shoes, belts, coins out of the pocket, all these things we Americans take for granted with airport screening. In San Francisco the screeners removed a bottle of sun block I had in my carry on. NITPICKERS!!
At gate F4, waiting for my flight, glass the full extent of the enclosure, there is a flat screen TV blaring some NBA game from the States-out of place. Out of place against the surrounding beauty.