At the airport

Over a cup of tea, my bleary eyes struggle to keep themselves open. Pulling an all-nighter watching a drab match of anti-football played out by the world champions Italy was a testing experience. Waiting for the arrival of Koof and co, upon which his presence/absence at a later time in Shanghai would decide the nature of me and Meng's activities from Friday to Sunday.

Didn't get to see HER for the past day, but received HER enthusiastic call early in the morning and after learning about my departure timing (at 10.15am, no less) she marveled at my incredible waste of time and promptly hung up.

Am looking forward to my Shanghai noons.

:)