This hotel I’m staying in is a lot like the one I got stuck in during Katrina. Someone broke into my room this morning and went through my bag, but all they saw were really smelly outfits and a few Harley shirts. I didn’t even bother telling the owners downstairs as they were the ones who probably did it. I just turned down my bed and I think Ill sleep in my clothes tonight. The window has an electric shutter so people can’t crawl into the room. I am going to put some furniture by the door like last time.
I have two Laviator photos for you. One is on a plane I can’t even describe. It was square and older than me. The toilet was old and it’s a vintage shot.
The power just went off in my room and I’m on battery. This whole island is fabulous. I was offered a complimentary taxi ride to a whorehouse in town that is a ‘club’. I think its a great deal – $250 for a worn out room and a chance to get AIDS and stabbed to death all in one night. I did get to have my Indian meal – snapper Vindaloo and Samosas followed by a cigar on the beach. 12 more hours and I’m on the plane to Curacao. If it is anything like this I’m going to come home early even if I have to non rev in my dirty clothes.
Yeah, that's me, the one standing in the aisle wearing flammable polyester...