I recall contemplating this very thing one morning as I lounged in front of the hotel along the beach in Penang and noticed my drink was getting low and the ice was almost completely melted. The jet lag must have been really bothering me, as I couldn't remember if it was a 56 hour layover, or a 65 hour layover.

Anyway, I raised the flag to signal the boy over for another drink, and decided I'd wait until the next afternoon to figure it out. The more pressing issues were whether to get a massage or not, and where we'd be eating lunch.








P.S. It's "myth".





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