It’s late afternoon now, and we’re at the free internet cafe in Narita airport, contemplating the end of our extended little jaunt around the Far East. Surprisingly little to say: of course we wish we were still on the road for another 4 months like we’d originally envisioned, but in the end, sprinkled with mosquito welts and, I’m sure, all kinds of water-borne microbes, we’re happy to be heading home to familiar surrounds, not to mention the land of cheap sushi and Triple-O burgers, and of course you, our friends, whose lives have all surely moved on while we were gone, haha.

Risking irrelevancy, I will try to play catch-up and post a few more times, but in any event, you’ll probably get it straight from the horse’s mouth when I see you in person anyway. My only regret is not having written more Sun articles: how often does a bumpkin like me get to bore a readership that size?

By the way, somehow we are bringing home that roll of toilet paper you can see in the title graphic. And it should be noted now, that Nazma did, on many occasions, brave the squaties with total success, major satisfaction, and incessant bragging afterwards.

Continue to stay well, everyone, and see you soon.