The Indonesian guests in my guest house partied loudly until one o'clock in the morning last night. Or maybe they just sat together. I thought for a moment if I should be angry about this, but basically it's exactly the right thing to do. After all, it only went to one. When I remember how many times we sang until dawn without giving a thought to anyone else.
Rather, I became aware of my narrow-mindedness as a solo traveler, because I went to bed at ten o'clock, only read a few pages and then fell asleep. Only to be woken up twice by the revelers. My apology is that I'm still lacking sleep from the late-night bus ride and the signs of a cold in my bronchi and sinuses.