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packing." For the moment, he just wanted to get out before

Grossback did something irretrievable, like threatening him or

offering a bribe. "Goodbye," Gonzales said. The other man said

nothing as Gonzales left the room.

#

 

Gonzales returned to the Thiripyitsaya Hotel, a collection of

low bungalows fabricated from bamboo and ferro-concrete that stood

above the Irrawady River. The rooms were afflicted by Myanmar's

tattered version of Asian tourist decor: lacquered bamboo on the

walls, along with leaping dragon holos, black teak dresser,

tables, chairs, and bed frame, ceiling fans that had wandered in

from the twentieth centuryjust to give your average citizen that

rush of the Exotic East, Gonzales figured. However, the hotel had

been rebuilt less than a decade before, so, by local standards,

Gonzales had luxury: working climatizer, microwave, and

refrigerator.

 

Of course, many nights the air conditioner didn't work, and

Gonzales lay sweaty and semi-conscious through hot, humid nights

then was greeted just after dawn by lizards fanning their ruby

neck flaps and doing push ups.

 

He had gotten up several of those mornings and walked the

cart paths that threaded the plains around Pagan, passing among