Remember when . . .
Trip Start Jun 14, 2004
27Trip End Jul 30, 2006
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Last night, the last night for all of us before returning to our lives after a month of vacation, was possibly the worst spent night that ive ever had. okay, maybe im being a little dramatic with that, but bad just the same.
Its funny that yesterday, Ben and I were joking around about the things we used to expect from hotels.
Remember when you used to expect . . .
A telephone in the room
A clock in the room
That the bathroom and the room with the bed would actually be two separate rooms
That if you had a toilet and a shower (which in the case two nights ago), separated from the room by a plastic shower curtain, you would as well have a sink. I guess you could rationalize that the shower could second as the sink.
That a TV would be in the room. Now its considered "super high class" if there is a TV.
Towels. What kind of places don't have towels? Actually a lot.
Granted, we do only pay between $2 to $7 a person to stay at places, but its nice to think about what it will be like when we return to the states.
But back to the night of misery.
To begin with, the room is about big enough to fit a bed, a small TV, the toilet, sink and shower. That translates to very hot and stuffy cement box. Im lying there in bed, trying to will myself to sleep because I have to wake up early so we can go to immigration so we can get on the boat so we can get back to Belize and end the vacation. And of course, the power goes out. Even with the fan going, it was almost unbearable. So now there is no fan. No breeze because the window is teeny tiny and you cant open the door because well, its not the safest and the bugs would attack.
The bugs, like bugs always do, find a way into the room. I cant have a sheet on top of me because its too hot. Im lying in a pool of my own sweat, barely able to breathe because there is no ventilation and im just re-breathing my own already used air, being bit in the most uncomfortable spots by mosquitoes, like my heels and in between my toes. Misery doesn't begin to describe it, because the day had started with a 3:30 wake up call to catch a bus for an 11 hour ride, followed by another hour bus ride to get through all of Honduras so we could catch the boat that will take us back to belize.
And after all that traveling and crappiness, all I wanted was a good night sleep before waking up again early, going to immigration, getting on a boat for three hours of rocky riding, to a three hour bus ride to my house.
But who really expects to have electricity. Maybe thatīs the best lesson ive learned. Never expect what I used to expect.
Needless to say, I made it through the night okay. And i have to laugh, because well, its funny. Funny now that im in an ACed room without bugs.