A view of my travels to other places with no great plan.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
A Week of Beds
La Ceiba at the Banana Republic Guesthouse the owner ran the TV just outside the dorm window at a level the neighborhood could enjoy till 1 am. The window did not close. Around then I need to change beds as water was dripping from the ceiling. At 5 am the owners started a long and loud discussion by the window. I got a early start to the day.
In Livingston the dorm became my own room as they had me put my lock on the door. It was a quite night.
After a long day I ended up in Guatemala city late at night and got a room three blocks from the bus station. The taxi goes 15 blocks before dropping me off on the second pass by the hotel. Have a private room and the trucks route outside is clearly heard. The window is closed but that does not reduce the volume. It was a long day so I sleep through the truck parade.
At Antigua the girl in the bunk above me had to much tequila before 9:30 in the evening. Her friends were helping by giving her the trash can from the bathroom (remember how toilets are used in Central America). After closing up my backpack and putting my other stuff out of potential dripage areas, it was time time for sleep. She was forgiven as none of my stuff was a target and she was part of the cut "hola" girls from Chile. Every time I passed them each one of them would say hola.
In Chichicastenango the room had a great view of the cemetery. I found the dead sleep in peace. Note the green hotel I am staying in is the same color as my old truck.
Staying in Xela some of the other bunks became double occupancy. No lass for me. I guess I should have gone to the disco tech instead of the hostel pub.
What will tonight bring? I should work on my salsa dancing for Gladys??¿ The dozen hola girls are in front of the hostel pub singing along to the blaring Queen songs.