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Getting Jet Lag Balance Back in Bali.
Wednesday 29th October 2024 - November 5th
Summary:
Our last port of call was good old Bali. We schedulled this in to relax and slob about for a few days to give our bodies chance to catch up and re-synchronise with WA time.
Bye Bye Blight (again), Hello Bali. (Wednesday, 29th October)
Somwehere below was Europe. Ahead was the Middle East, Pakistan, India and eventually our destination in Indonesia, Bali.
I must say I love flying. Short flights. Long flights. It doesn't matter. I started catching up with my reading on my Kindle. Starting with a short history of Russia which, I must say, I found rather boring.
Hillary Clinton's book "What Happened" had also been deadly dull for the first few chapters. Why do so many politicians, especially those left of centre, seem to think they have to mention all their family and friends and all the people who have helped them over the years? I guess it shows they're nice. Barak Obama's autobiography was like this too. But the chapter in Hillary's book I'm up to now is really fascinating (and alarming) reading. It's all about the 2016 election and how the the scandal over her emails dominated everything. How Trump publicly basically asked Russia to hack into the Democrat's servers and find her allegedly dodgy emails. (They weren't dodgy at all... just boring.) How Wikileaks managed to find them and the traitorous Julian Assange, who only ever found dirt on western leaders, never Russians, was a hero on RT as a consequence. How the increasingly well known and disturbing reports of Russian interference into the election and Trump's links with Moscow were not reported by the FBI before the election - Comey thought it would be "election interference" and yet how just before the election the same guy did not think re-opening the inquiry into Clinton's emails was anything of the sort.
Poor Hillary. That election really was stolen from her by Putin and his agents.
You'd think, after all this happened so blatantly, the US would have learned its lesson and done something to stop the same thing happening again and, and yet here we are, eight years later, and it *is* happening again. If anything ,worse than before.
I listened to a "Today in Focus" podcast from the Guardian about how MAGA election denying Republicans have taken over various election committees in Georgia and other so-called "battleground states" and how they will probably use their power to disrupt the vote if Trump loses.
And then I listened to how the Washington Post... yes The Washington Post, had decided not to endorse Kama Harris because billionaire Jeff Bezos personally vetoed the already prepared editorial and how several staff members resigned in protest. As if Rupert Murdoch owning Fox and Elon Musk owning Twitter was not enough.
As these gloomy thoughts set in, the gloom outside enveloped the plane. The sun set as we flew over the Black Sea. Somewhere down there we were leaving Europe and moving into Asia.
After a nice fish and rice, Malaysian airways in-flight dinner option, with a few glasses of wine, I was ready to try to get some sleep. This was going to be a short night and we'd be arriving up in Kuala Lumpur at 11pm UK time but in the morning local time. It was going to be a rude awakening for my biological clock.
Sleep came for a while and then left me again. As we flew over the Caspian Sea I tried to think of something else, something positive that might also help me sleep.
Music.
My mobile phone is pretty much on its last legs but it has just about enough memory for me to have downloaded a very few of my favourite albums for situations like these.
Elton John, from his earliest albums, is my usual go to. Such wonderful melodies. That soaring voice. The introduction to "Indian Sunset" always gives me goose bumps. "Tiny Dancer" always makes me think of Almost Famous. "Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding" - surely the most dramatic opening he ever did. "Teacher I Need You" always takes me back to school, in fact all his early stuff does... the time when my dear sister introduced me to him having discovered him from out of the blue somehow. I wonder if she still listens to Elton John. Is she listening to High Flying Bird or Skyline Pigeon right now?
Half way there and I was not sleepy at all. How about an Audio Book?
Time to tap my phone silently in a few carefully chosen spots on the screen to bring back to life the great Christopher Hitchens... at least virtually, in order to hear his authoritative voice describe why "God is Not Great" with laser-like precision.
I always find listening to him inspiring and very stimulating. One small sample will do...
"One must state it plainly. Religion comes from the period of human pre-history when nobody had the smallest idea what was going on."
Oh well. No sleep for me this way then. Goodnight Christopher.
I gazed out of the window as our flight turned south, presumably to avoid the Tibetan plateau. Pakistani or Indian cities glowed in the dark down there like distant galaxies.
Another five hours remained. Leb was on her third movie but that's not for me. I'd watch one if I thought it was going to be brilliant but few really grab me these days. Besides, I need to close my eyes to get some sleep. Maybe I'd try some more music.
How about some David Bowie? I downloaded "Aladdin Sane" thinking it might take me back to my youth. It's a typically atmospheric album with the space age feel that I found so appealing when I heard "Star Man". "Jean Genie" was my favourite song for weeks when it came out. I really like Bowie's version of "Let's Spend the Night Together" on this album and I do like the way the crazy piano solo in the title track gets back on rhythm at the end. But... so many of his lyrics are just so crazy and a bit sordid (it reminded me I actually cried the night I bought it as I felt I'd brought some kind of evil into our home!) Anyway, I soon started thinking "how did I ever like this album?"
If Bowie wasn't going to send me to sleep how about Yes and their brilliant track "Gates of Derlium" on the album, Relayer?
It certainly took me back to my teens when I played this kind of music a lot. None of it made any sense but I loved the searing guitar riffs and it felt serious and important.
The lyric...
"Soon. Soon, the light.
Pass within and soothe this endless night"
...seemed quite appropriate but no, no sleep was coming with this. How about a bit of Santana?
I played the album Moonflower a lot at uni. It is more soothing than the other stuff I'd tried. I thought I'd play the album and then select a single track to put on repeat.
The title track, Flor de Luna, seemed to fit the bill but again, no good. I think I repeated it eight times before I thought "sod it" this isn't going to work.
In the end I couldn't get back to sleep. I tried watching a film, like Leb, I tried listening to some classical music. As daylight began to appear to the east I knew it was futile. The crew brought around breakfast with coffee, so I decided that was the end of that, much shorter, day.
100th accommodation. Selamat siang, Bali! (Thursday, 30th October)
Day 237 (5 to go)
To finish off the last post... we landed in Kuala Lumpur absolutely knackered having had almost no sleep. The plane was a little late but the good news was that our connecting flight to Denpasar was close and we scuttled off to the gate. Frustratingly there was another bag security check there and we hopped between queues before getting through to board immediately.
After a surprisingly tasty spicy chicken with rice I slept like a log. Even Leb did and we arrived in hot and humid Bali three hours later.
Bali airport has significantly grown and modernised since we were last here and relies on new technology more than ever, in particular a couple of on-line declarations, for example the customs declaration. We soldiered through and got a taxi to take us to our century of accommodations for 300,000 rupiah (about $30) I'm sure we were ripped off for a 15 minute ride but at least it was easy.
After 20 minutes waiting for our room to be made ready in 28C humidity we were allowed into our cool (metaphorically and literally) room and immediately crashed out. Leb really made a wise choice booking this place. Relatively inexpensive but close to the airport and a beach and it has a magnificent pool and looks swish. A perfect way to end our gargantuan tour and, perhaps?, our 30th sub-holiday back to back.
Later I had a short walk around the block, visiting the nearby beach and downing 3 Bintam beers.
Five nights of Bali bliss and then we finally go back home.
Being Lazy in Bali.
Day 238 (4 to go)
We had the mother of lie-ins this morning. Having arrived around 2pm local time after almost no sleep on the flight we soon were asleep and although I woke up a few times we stayed that way until 9:30 am the next day.
Jet lag is a strange thing. When we flew from Auckland to Mexico City back in March we crossed the International Dateline and the flight took practically 24 hours but realistically it didn't feel too bad. Mexico is apparently 19 hours ahead of New Zealand so it should have felt like going back 5 hours. Maybe like flying from Europe to New York. And when we did do that flight the other way round again it wasn't too bad either. But this one felt much worse. We decided that a lot of sleep might help. We'll see how much sleep we get tonight.
Breakfast at the hotel was nice. I had scrambled egg, Leb had egg Lebanese-style. I'm not a fan of Balinese coffee but there was plenty of tea.
Our hotel has a magnificent, long pool and that was our main pastime for the day. Swimming and reading in the heat of the day.
I listened to one of Tim Snyder's election video calls. It was a little alarming to see his sad face as he started "... Hi. I'm Tim Snyder. I'm a historian. I wanted to share a few thoughts about the coming Trump, as I see it, economic disaster..."
I don't think I've ever seen him looking so gloomy as he spelled out some basic truths about law and the economy and how it can't work if everyone is thinking about how to please and not upset the fuhrer.
On a brighter note, we had a lovely video call to the girls who were all together in Margaret River. It was so sweet seeing them, Medeia and Lenny and thinking we'll be able to give them all a big hug very soon.
Later we got changed and went to the nearby beach and strolled along to one of the many seafood restaurants at Jimbaran. It looked familiar. We reckon we've been there before. There were lots of weird patterns in the sand, apparently made by tiny crabs. Beautiful, but as with Morocco, it was disturbing to see so much plastic rubbish littering the beach. Still the seafood platter we had, including white snapper, was really good and well priced.
After that, Leb headed back along the beach alone while I went to look for a barber and for a shop to buy a bottle of wine, milk and some new beach sandals (I was a bit previous dumping my stinky K-Mart shoes in Essaouira).
Bali is so humid I had another dip in the pool when I got back.
That was it. Lazy. Lazy.
Watching Forest go 3rd in Kuta
Day 239 (3 to go)
The only specific objective I had for this (30th?) last phase of our megatrip was to find a bar to watch Nottingham Forest play West Ham United last night and I'm happy to report that not only did I succeed in meeting that objective but also that Forest powered their way to a third consecutive win which, amazingly, has them sitting in 3rd place in the Premier League this morning.
The day started gloomily, I have to admit. I just can't snap out of the feeling the world is sleep walking into a dystopian nightmare. Every news article seems to confirm this fear. Today's headline was some revelation about Jeffrey Epstein being a much closer friend to Donald Trump than he says. Well, what a surprise. And yet *this* is the guy that 80m Americans want as president? In related events, "Russia" is about to squeeze 10,000 North Korean soldiers into the Kursk meat grinder and the response from Ukraine 's allies is "zero".
I needed a good fix of football to flip me out of this mood, so that was my plan for the day.
First, brekkie, and Anja Jimbaran gives you about a dozen to choose from every day. I went for a healthy yoghurt mix, Leb went for the banana pancakes.
Next it was pool lolling around time. It really is a lovely feature of the hotel. It is wonderful how the beautiful flowers of the frangipani trees fall into the water. There's even an orchid growing on one of them.
In the afternoon we went for another walk along the would-be beautiful beach. It would be if they just cleared up the rubbish there.
We had another seafood platter at Roma's, one of the many beach restaurants there. This one wasn't as good as yesterday's. The fish had a decidedly fluffy texture. Mmm.
Still, it was a lovely walk as the sun set.
Time for football.
I found a few good sport bars in Kuta on Google and plotted a route there by bus. I had to walk 15 minutes through the tiny, busy, streets, along very irregular and badly lit pavements and immediately regretted not taking Leb's advice and wearing my boots. Plastic flip flops are not good for walking in.
I just missed one bus but they come quite regularly. Bali has these bizarre elevated steel bus stops as if passengers are expected to climb on top of the bus and at about 7:15 the next K6B came and I got on board. 5,000 Rupiah was the fare - about 5 cents. Good for them for trying to encourage more people to use public transport but sadly whilst the bus was empty (just one other passenger and me) the roads are choc-a-bloc with petrol guzzling mopeds and motorbikes.
The bus wound its way through the traffic, to and then from the airport towards its final destination, Kuta. It's a busy, noisy place, full of bars and who knows what. Walking along 100m of street and you get all sorts of propositions made to you.
"No thanks"
I knew my destination and I was determined to get there before 8:30 pm (1:30 UK time).
The GOAT Melasti was one of a handful of Kuta sports bars that seemed to have the best reviews. Newcastle United v Arsenal was about to start and I arrived in perfect time to see the kick off. I was alone upstairs watching it whilst downstairs some local band bashed out all the usual songs with an admiring audience singing along as the lyrics were shown on big screens. Communal Karaoke.
A beautiful Anthony Gordon Cross looped over onto the head of Alexander Isak and it was 1-0 to the Geordies. The noise downstairs, the price of a small Bintang (58,000 rupiah) and an overly persistent barmaid made my decision easy - to leave at half time and go to another bar. GOAT (Greatest Of All Time)? I think not.
I wanted to get some cash for the taxi ride home later (the bus service stops at 8:30) but none of the ATM machines I tried worked. Never mind, let's watch the rest of the football and see later.
My next port of call was the cryptically named "Y Bar" (Why not? They ask) and this was definitely an upgrade. Newcastle v Arsenal was being shown on a big screen with commentary on. About a score of people were watching, some with red and white Arsenal shirts or black and white striped Newcastle ones. Always a good sign. The beer was 43,000 Rupiah too.
Newcastle hung on to their win. Arsenal's defeat meant that Forest would overtake them if we beat the 'ammers.
Bournemouth v Manchester City was, understandably, their choice for the next big match so I asked one of the very helpful and friendly bar staff where I could watch the Forest match. She said they could put it on any screen more or less anywhere I liked. I did think about sitting at the bar where there was a panel of screens like the Patriots bar in Perth, but I didn't fancy sitting next to a couple of Kiwi rugby fans and a couple of young ladies who seemed to be "on" a quite different "game" so I sat on my own.
As promised, the screen flickered and images of the World Famous City Ground appeared. Soon the players were lining up in the same tunnel I walked down eleven days ago.
Come On You Reds!
Once Forest settled they really took control of the game and dominated. Morgan Gibbs-White, back in the starting line up, looked sparkling and released a lovely long ball to acres of space on the left. Alex Moreno ran onto it and skilfully wove into the box before releasing an inch perfect cross right onto Chris Wood's noggin. The simplest header and Forest were 1-0 up. Wood's eighth of the season.
It took West Ham half an hour to have their first shot by which time Forest could have scored at least one more. Half time 1-0.
The second half continued like the first with Forest on top and then, a gift. West Ham's Mexican Edson Alvarez panicked when Anthony Elanga ran at him. He brought him down and received a second yellow card.
With West Ham down to ten men this really shouldn't be a big problem for Forest now. Jarrod Bowen continued to threaten but it was only a matter of time before Forest added a second through Callum Hudson-Odoi and a third through a brilliant strike from world class fullback, Aina.
Yates was millimetres from making it 4-0 but VAR did not overturn the original decision even though I thought it might at first sight.
It was a brilliant performance and with Liverpool beating Brighton, it takes Forest to the giddy heights of 3rd place in the Premier League. Bournemouth beat Manchester City so Forest are now "only" four points behind them.
I had a nice chat with a Crystal Palace fan before saying my goodbyes to the Y Bar staff.
I didn't want to traipse around the streets of Kuta at 1 am in the morning so I grabbed a taxi right outside the bar. The driver wouldn't take credit card payments but drove me to the nearest working ATM where I became an instant (Rupiah) millionaire.
He was a very nice driver and we sailed back through relatively empty streets to get back here by about 1:30 am.
Apart from a nasty little cough I must have picked up on the flight from London, the day ended much happier than it had begun.
Slobbing about in Bali.
Day 240 (2 to go)
The penultimate day here in Bali was pure laziness. Slobbing by the pool. Reading. Listening to podcasts. Walking on the beach. Eating a nice red snapper just before sunset.
Last full day before we go home.
Day 241 (1 day left).
Another relaxing lazy day by the pool and then walking along the beach for another sea food platter as the sun set on our glorious holiday.
What an unforgettable eight months it has been. All thanks to my amazing dearest loveliest Lebley Jane.
28 countries in 5 continents with 100 different accommodations averaging 2.42 nights per stay. A few too long but so many not long enough.
So many highlights. Starting with staying with Žem & Frankie in Bendigo. The road trip through New Zealand was fabulous. Seeing the full total eclipse in Mazatlan, Teotihuacan and the Frida Kahlo museum in Mexico City. The four days we had at La Paz which included snorkelling with whale sharks and sealions.
Next was the USA and visiting New Orleans and experiencing the music of the French Quarter. We both loved New York and it was great to be in the Ukrainian quarter when "speaker" Mike Pence finally agreed to pass the military aid package to Ukraine ( only about 10% of that has been delivered even now).
Most of our time was spent in Europe and it's no surprise. The thing I miss most about leaving England is its close proximity to so many countries on the continent. Portugal's Lisbon, Porto and the Duoro Valley, Spain's Barcelona, the Rioja region and San Sebastian were all magnificent. Spending Leb's birthday week with her sister, Lucy in Nerigean in France was so lovely.
I had a great few days in London, watching Spurs v Man City, visiting the Hunterian museum and attending a talk by Yulia Mykytenko at the Ukrainian club before Leb rejoined me and we went to the delightful Sussex village of Alfriston to hear a great talk on Piltdown Man by Vernon Reynolds.
We then had a lovely road trip down the south coast of England, seeing Julia & David in Brighton, Ingrid Brocklesby near Bournemouth, Leb's dear uncle Barry in Looe before popping in to stay at Lyme Regis.
Paul and Judy McKeon kindly hosted us for a few days before we retraced our wedding 37 years ago at the still functioning Catholic Church and the sadly derelict Sodyba.
It was great to see Rob Steel and Elly Nason and their growing family before going back to Bucks. We visited all our first homes in High Wycombe before heading up the M40 to Oxford where we had a lovely evening with Primatologist Simon Bearder.
Leb and I then split for a week whist she visited her dear friends, Susie Pascall and Nicky Villeneau including, thankfully spending a few days with Toots before her health deteriorated. I spent a week in Nottingham.
We rejoined in Stroud where we had a lovely week with Leb's other sister Tina and Jan and friend Ruth Moore before spending the next week at the Birches the old home of Elaine Morgan where she started her writing career.
Then it was north to Liverpool where we visited the Beatles museum, had a ferry ride on the Mersey and a great musical night in The White Star pub. Over to Manchester where I visited the national football museum before we caught up with Fax and Anne Stojic.
Then it was up to Ambleside for some hiking in the Lake District and across to Newcastle for a night in the Toon and then up the Northumbrian coast, past Lindisfarne, to drop Leb off at her friend Rosie Nicoll in Edinburgh while I watched the continuing Euros in Glasgow.
The big UK leg over, we handed in the car and flew to Oslo and then had a wonderful train ride across the mountains to Bergen where we went on a boat ride up a spectacular Fjord.
Next was the Baltic States. Starting with Riga in Latvia, then a bus ride to Tallinn, Estonia and then back down to Vilnius, Lithuania for the centenary of the Tautos Švente. We bumped into old friends, Rasa Mačiuliene, Paul Markevicius, Christine Harmes and Belyssa Radzivanas. I made sure I spent time visiting memorial sites to the Litvaks, decimated in the holocaust in 1941, victims of genocide thanks to a great deal of local collaboration. It was at Paneriai that I lost my wallet (or was it stolen?)
Krakow in Poland was next, then the mountain resort of Zakopane. We stayed an extra day in Krakow to see England narrowly lose to Spain in the European Championship final before flying to Antalya, Turkey for some hot days in the sun and our first snorkel since Mexico.
We then flew to Cyprus 50 years, almost to the day, since Turkey invaded the north part of the island. We had nine relaxing days in Paphos before flying onto Istanbul where we had the very pleasant surprise meeting with Kristina Tamosauskaite Aktaş.
Next was the Balkan States, starting with Sarajevo and Mostar in Bosnia. The biggest pleasant surprise of the whole trip for me was next - Montenegro, and its wonderful coastline where we did more snorkelling. I had a great birthday in the capital Podgorica before we headed south to the capital of Albania, Tirana.
Our original plan was to hire a car and drive to the Albanian Riviera near Greece but after I lost my wallet (and driving licence) in Vilnius we flipped our coast time to Montenegro.
From Albania we flew to Perugia to spend a few days with Leb's old friends Julia and David at their gorgeous holiday home before hopping over to Sardinia. It was a lovely few days until Leb stood on one of those bloody sea urchins. It took weeks before the barbs started to dissipate.
We then had three lovely days in the enchanting city of Prague before catching the train to Plzen and its famous brewery. Next we caught the bus to Nürnberg where my Oma and Uncle used to live. Unfortunately I couldn't find their graves in the cemetery but I did trace the site of the Nuremberg Nazi rallies and their war trials.
Next was Munich and continuing the Nazi theme, we visited Dachau.
We then had Schengen Shenanigans and left the Euro zone for a few days back in blighty to stop the Schengen clock. It was lovely to catch up with old mates, Jake Holloway, Romas Kinka and others.
Back to Europe, we headed for Innsbruck in Tyrol and then across the mountains to Garmish-Partenkirken and then Fussen to have so many selfies on nearby Wank Mountain.
Next was supposed to have been a cycling tour around Lake Constance but the weather was bad and we just has a day's biking to Wasserberg instead. From Konstance we caught a train to Basel where we caught our Rhine River cruise.
The cruise was great overall but being polite to four bible bashing Trumpers was a strain and it was good to get off in Amsterdam. Leb left a day early to be with the ailing Toots but we met up again soon enough for the next leg of our amazing trip, a first visit to Morocco.
Marrakech, Sidi Kaouki and Essaouira were our destinations and we ate tagines galore there.
Then it was back to blighty where we went our separate ways for a few days once again. Leb was able to say a final sad farewell to Ruth (Toots) Catherine Haines and more time with friends and family whilst I had a much more selfish time bombing around England drinking beer, watching football and seeing old mates, some of whom I'd not seen in decades. Andy Smales, Paul Stevenson, Antony Cobb, Steve Buckley, Jeff Newcombe, Steven Clarke, Paul Chamberlain, Simon Bishop, Jason and Tim Caunt to name just some.
Amazingly I saw Forest beat Crystal Palace at home and Leicester away and even did the City Ground tour for the first time. I can't believe I will return to Perth tomorrow with Forest sitting third in the Premier League.
Finally, we've had this relaxing five day stay in Bali to draw breath and to try to get back into the right time zone.
Wow!!!
How lucky am I? It would not have been possible without such a wife having such a brilliant idea.
My last tour related post will be tomorrow and then, apart from my usual political rants, I'm going to have a break from Facebook. Thanks to anyone who has been following my rattlings. I really appreciated all the corrections, comments and likes. Sorry I've bored the pants off some people. I know they're too long and there's too much football stuff but I do them really as a diary to help me try to remember the details I would undoubtedly forget otherwise. I hope to collate them first into a blog and then maybe a self published book for the grandchildren.
Anyway... tomorrow's will be short and sweet.
Last day 242.
So this was it. Last wake up in last accomodation. Last packing of bag. Last goodbye video. Last breakfast. Last taxi ride to the airport to catch the last flight back to Perth.
The airline... AirAsia surely the last one anyone should choose.
Everything was going so well! When we got through two security checks with no hassle, the automated passport checker turned green and let us through and we arrived at Gate 6C to wait to board our QZ544 flight to Perth with still about three hours to go, it all looked good, if a little boring. I spent my last 40,000 Rupiah on a small bottle of water and we were set.
When a third (!) security check by the gate confiscated our water from us I was a bit annoyed but we sat down and waited. A couple of hours passed before I think there was an announcement that the gate had changed to Gate 4. So everyone trundled up stairs and along to the new gate and sat and continued waiting.
The scheduled boarding time of 1:35 passed as did the 2:05 departure time. Still we waited with no announcement. Gradually, through word of mouth, it became apparent that the flight was delayed to 2:40 but that seemed overly ambitious to put it mildly and, sure enough, that time came and went too.
Still no announcement. I saw a (I presume) mother and daughter talking to the red coated AirAsia staff member and say something in Indonesian and then start walking away. Good if you're in the know. Another Australian lady asked her and, yes, we were told we had to go back down to Gate 6C again. Brilliant.
Back at the first gate... we waited some more.
At 3:36, without any announcement, people started standing up and moving toward the gate to board the plane. At last we all started boarding.
The flight finally took off an hour later at 4:38 pm and so the last leg of our holiday was able to begin two and a half hours late with no apology or anything. This was only the second delayed flight of 26. Murphy's Law that the flight home would be. Never mind.
Arriving back in Perth was very strange. Compared to Bali, it was cool and clean and... empty. It felt like it was in the middle of the night. The airport tube station was so deserted but it wasn't even 9 pm yet. Walking back to the flat, I asked Leb "it's not Good Friday, is it?"
You always have a weird feeling going back home after a holiday but after eight months it was truly bizarre, almost like going back to a previous life. Thanks so much to dear Rozalija Kuliukas and Joey Gibson who have made our flat feel like an upgraded home from the first step in the door. Everything was so sparklingly clean and all my pet theoretical DIY projects were done. Thanks to Ashden, Elden Garrett Kuliukas's brother our lighting is now great. It's definitely now Gordon's 2.0. I immediately got changed into new clothes for the first time in eight months! Bliss!
So good to be back. Thank you.
Now... my focus is on the US elections. COME ON. PLEASE DO THE RIGHT THING.
Over and out.
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