Playing Hooky
Eight days into this road trip back in time, we’ve decided we need a break – Brel style. So we’ve hired a private car and driver and have separated from our group for a few days. We’ve located the best hotel in Flores – on a beach with a pool with most of the luxuries we’ve been longing for. Mattress on the bed! Flush toilet! A/C! Hot shower! Electricity! Room service! Mini bar! HBO! No mould!
I’m not sure we’ve ever appreciated a hotel quite this much – and it’s owned by Ramada. It’s kind of like the thrill of being on the road for a long time and finding a restaurant that serves a western breakfast with bacon, or better yet, locating a Pizza Hut. Mel sings a spontaneous song about happiness emanating from her body.
Sometimes a little taste from home goes a long way to restoring your sanity. And probably prevents Mel from getting back on a plane and heading home early.
Off to drink a cold beer – yes, they even have cold drinks here – and pee sitting down.
Tags: Indonesia, Travel
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