[Clyde understands how I felt, which was hungry.] After the end of the conference a small group of us decided we'd like to get some dinner. It turns out that the kitchens in many places, especially all the ones we had checked, were closed by this time (like 10pm or so). We went to a place that was on the roof of a 15 story building. And for some reason they had little statues of orangutans around the place. Their kitchen was, of course, closed. And I was kind of hungry. So I sat down by my emotional or perhaps hunger support orangutan while the others tried to consider options. We finally found (online) a kebab place that was open, which led us to a nearby area where lots of places were open, so instead we went to a Thai place that wound up being OK. Of course the title comes from a Beatles song. Here's the full resolution image. images/Photos/frank-orangutan-sm.jpg