We bounce along the loosely paved road from the airport.  “Man, Leslie, she has gotten fat!  I didn’t even recognize her!”  Fredie says to Andrew, pointing backward at me with his thumb.  Andrew squeezes out a nervous laugh.  “Andrew must really keep you well!”  “He sure does.  He keeps me well fed with cheese and beer.”  What else could I say?  This remains the topic of conversation for much of the drive, until thankfully we move on to the death penalty for use of marijuana in Indonesia.  Even this cannot sour my good mood.  We are almost home to Sonrisa!  Ready to continue our circumnavigation Westward.