Honeymoon Horrors
A new day dawned and we could go sightseeing yes? No, not quite. The re-refixed car wouldn’t start again. The same mechanic from the day before came and only charged us $20 for the tow this time. Back toFinally (we think), a fixed car, the road ahead filled with gift shops and hopefully a vacant hotel, since the one we stayed at was a little too expensive since we had to keep fixing the car.
We were able to get some shopping done, for our relatives that is; souvenirs for everyone but us it seemed. Then onward to our next place of residence for a day, not because they didn’t have more days available, that’s for sure. Let’s just say, as soon as we walked in, the lovely smell of a locker room filled the senses. Oh look, a flyswatter on the desk and extras flies too. Do we really have to stay here, I asked. Well, it’s that or the car, came the reply. At this point, I just wanted to go home. Could it get any worse? Never ask that question when the possibility of the answer being yes is very great, considering the circumstances.
Fast-forward to 10PM when the local TV station goes off the air for the night (yes this is the normal time for it to do so). Before we turn the TV off, we got a glimpse of what the station looked like. Picture this - the camera pans the control panel from left to right, bangs into the wall and goes back to the left. Then we saw scenery pictures via the Rolodex on the table. Are we having fun yet? Oh but it gets better.
After fixing the moth-eaten blankets on the bed, we turned out the lights. “Did you hear that? What was that sound? Do I hear rats? Oh God, no, not that!”
Now my brave heart of a husband, who had no problem scaring me earlier was afraid to step on the floor to put on the lights and check to see if we had visitors. So what does he do instead? In the dark, he stands on the bed and reaches over to the wall to put the lights back on, almost falling off the bed in the process. “Nope, no rats here. Maybe they’re outside.” Lights out once again. BANG! “Great, now we’re being shot at!”
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