Hotel-Hostal Santo Domingo
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... s in the vacant room next door. So she grabs the spare light and we screw it in and lie down to knock out a bit more of our books before bed. But it's not long and the power is turned off. I check and it's 2200 and that must be the time the generator is switched off. So we decide to go to bed and hope that the wind keeps up to keep the cabana cool or it'll quickly become a sauna in there with no air flow. Best moment: there are too many!! 1) relaxing with ...
... we still remembered. When the band finally started up (around midnight) Jon was anxious to show off his moves so we attempted to push our chairs away and carve out a tiny space on the dance floor to salsa. Unfortunately the place was so packed that we couldn´t really do anything other than sway back and forth while running into our neighbors´ backsides. There definitely was no room for turns of any kind. So after a few songs of “salsa-ing” ...
... entering the hostel was the intense aroma of urine as we walked up the stairs to reception. Greeted by a friendly, crazy but incomprehensible lady, she showed us to our double room which contained a live socket in the shower which was essentially a pipe leading from the wall. Interesting engineering. Parkie was led to his 8 bed dorm and we took a walk around the stunning old city of Cartagena, a real Caribbean gem, where the recommendations ...
... Mark had to duck - surprise surprise!). They did however smell like urine at times. And finally, despite the fact that I wanted the tour to be over almost from the beginning, I was glad we had hired the man because without his information I would have nothing to tell you about the Castillo - there was no information posted anywhere to tell you anything about the site. When we left the fort I was starving and I'm not the happiest person to be around when I get that ...
... and told his mom that he had been robbed at knifepoint and lost his phone and some money. He told the story exactly as it happened. Normally that would make sense, right? Well, the police aren't going to get the phone or the money back, and what good does it do his mom to know her son was robbed?
His defense; "Well, if she tries to call me, I don't have my phone."
"But you could have just said you lost it! Same effect, but you spare your mum a heart ...