It's my last night in some large city. I'm leaving in the morning for a long flight overseas, to home.

It's ten or eleven o'clock, and everything is closed and dark. I'm wondering what to do now. It seems I should stay up all night so I can sleep on the plane, but everything is closed.

Then Chris G from work pulls up in a small vehicle like an autorickshaw. I get in, glad to see him because he'll know where to go, and we can get around. We go to a small store for supplies.