Midnight in Jakarta but shops are still open, people meeting up and I’m sitting at a pavement café with three other women.

They are eating burgers and drinking iced coffee, I’m eating nasi goreng and drinking jasmine tea.  They are all determined, hugely resilient career women who support themselves in the heated, hectic pace of Jakarta city life, where a cross-city taxi ride may take so long you have to keep phoning your friends to let them know you’re still coming.