Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Adventures
Adventure1
I stayed in the worst hotel of my life last night. Some of its glorious qualities included:
-Large spaces in the floorboards, through which you could see the people staying below you (a very fat and naked Guatemalan man).
-Toilet without seats.
-Toilet without seats with large chunks of the toilet bowl missing.
-Toilet without seats, with large chunks of the toilet bowl missing, and with chunks of another breed floating in them because the water does not work.
-No Toilet paper (and the hotel manager will not give it out because he only has one, and it is his last roll and he wants to ´save´ it.)
-Loose wires hanging out of the wall.
-The manager living in a different room than his gigantic cd player, and thus being forced to pump the chest throbbing crappy spanish pop through the whole hotel so that he can hear it (or more likely be deafened by it) in his room on the other side of the hotel.
-Excllent service: I told the manager I needed a key, turned around for a second, and then when I turned around again, found he had left the building
Adventure 2
Elliot and I tried to teach poker to a guy we later concluded was schitzophrenic. He spoke good english but we thought at first that his inability to understand the game was due to an inability to understand our english....resulting in Elliot explaining the game in some every entertaining Spainglish. The man then got very suspicious and asked why Elliot spoke such poor english.
Adventure 3
Waking up: over the last 5 days we have woken up to:
-The schitzophrenic guy waking us up telling us he had found a secret message from God (it was one of Nate´s guitar printouts.)
-Howler monkeys roaring.
-Our freaking stupid hotel manager´s deafening music.
*Although I make light of the situation, I should note that Nate and I talked with the schitzophrenic guy for over an hour, and it was a really really sad thing. The poor guy is really tortured, and it is something I could not wish on anyone.
I stayed in the worst hotel of my life last night. Some of its glorious qualities included:
-Large spaces in the floorboards, through which you could see the people staying below you (a very fat and naked Guatemalan man).
-Toilet without seats.
-Toilet without seats with large chunks of the toilet bowl missing.
-Toilet without seats, with large chunks of the toilet bowl missing, and with chunks of another breed floating in them because the water does not work.
-No Toilet paper (and the hotel manager will not give it out because he only has one, and it is his last roll and he wants to ´save´ it.)
-Loose wires hanging out of the wall.
-The manager living in a different room than his gigantic cd player, and thus being forced to pump the chest throbbing crappy spanish pop through the whole hotel so that he can hear it (or more likely be deafened by it) in his room on the other side of the hotel.
-Excllent service: I told the manager I needed a key, turned around for a second, and then when I turned around again, found he had left the building
Adventure 2
Elliot and I tried to teach poker to a guy we later concluded was schitzophrenic. He spoke good english but we thought at first that his inability to understand the game was due to an inability to understand our english....resulting in Elliot explaining the game in some every entertaining Spainglish. The man then got very suspicious and asked why Elliot spoke such poor english.
Adventure 3
Waking up: over the last 5 days we have woken up to:
-The schitzophrenic guy waking us up telling us he had found a secret message from God (it was one of Nate´s guitar printouts.)
-Howler monkeys roaring.
-Our freaking stupid hotel manager´s deafening music.
*Although I make light of the situation, I should note that Nate and I talked with the schitzophrenic guy for over an hour, and it was a really really sad thing. The poor guy is really tortured, and it is something I could not wish on anyone.
