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After all, I had Inspector Montalbano to keep me amused.

I caught up with Madam and an online acquaintance in the coffee shop at the Hilton.

I induced a minor dose of excitement by announcing Gamba Osaka soccer team’s luggage was being unloaded in front of the hotel. 

I started reading, taking a break every so often to wander around, deftly avoiding be suited fit-looking Japanese scattered around the premises and talking animatedly into mobile phones.

We walked across to Gouger Street for yum cha, and caught up with one of Madam’s ex-colleagues over a gelato

Then, thanks to an unexpected offer of a lift to the airport, found ourselves cooling our heels waiting for check-in to open. 


© Ian Hughes 2017