We weren’t the only plane arriving so late, so it was a mad rush to see who could get to immigration first. Well rush may be an overstatement given our dubious speed. In fact it was kind of comical - a mass cluster of travel zombies hebetudinously lumbering to get to the immigration line first, our eyes clouded and vacant, our thirst for sleep rampant.
The lobby looked like a W Hotel.
Where are the apples?
Russell took me on a grand tour of the one bedroom service apartment, proud of his selection. It was brand spanking new. You could still see the red grease pencil marks of the tile-layer on the walls of the bathroom. The bathroom was nice, glass shower, marble bath, lots of chrome, no cabinets. No cabinets?