I pulled up right next to the CARS Rally marker flag near entrance of the resort hotel. We jumped out and ran up the disabled ramp and onto the timbered floors of the hotel lobby. The lobby was an open style of architecture common to East Asia with a large timbre roof and thick pillars of wood for support. There were no walls to the structure. There was no need as the weather in the area was consistently balmy with brief drenching rainstorms but little wind throughout the year. We ran across the lobby and stopped near the sparsely populated hotel café to get our bearings. I looked inside and saw a few patrons sitting within, gathered near an old box-style television mounted on a rack from the ceiling. They were watching a news channel with footage of what looked to be a half dozen or so Berjalan penyakit roaming an anonymous Malaysian backcountry road.“Jamie, look at that,” I was drawn to the images on the screen across the room but Jamie had her attention elsewhere. She was all about avoiding elimination.“That exit there,”
