SOMETIME in June, 2011, I was in Kota Kinabalu for meetings and some on-the-ground activism.
Yes, I had not as yet been banned by Musa Aman from entering Sabah then.
Around 1am, I ran out of cigarettes ( yes, yes, I am working on quitting, so please don’t nag me ), and went down to the hotel reception to enquire where the nearest shop was that I could get some.
The receptionist asked if I would like the hotel doorman to get them for me, as it might not be safe.