22 August 2009

So that's why it's called a "third-class" hotel

It's 2 a.m., do you know where your tarantula is?

IN MY BED, CLIMBING ALL OVER ME.

I'm so glad I brought a sleep sack.

And that I spent 10 minutes last night tracking the massive spider--of Viking size and mindset, appropriate for the setting; I'm pretty sure it was actually wearing horns and waving a little sword--and whomping the *%&#!! out of it.

Do modern guidebooks warn you about wildlife in cheap hotels? Because E5D does not.

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