So we have been having the best time in Hoi An.. and especially comforting is our sweet lil' hotel we call home.
It comes to our final night, and after a spectacular feast in town we returned home to prepare for our early flight the following morning. At 12.30 am we were rudely awakened by an acoustic guitar and 4 wailing ladies and gents. We were confused and disoriented as we couldn't remember there being a hotel band?? Especially of the bohemian Vietnamese kind..
It just got worse and worse.. as they were obviously attacking the rice wine with a vengeance.. and possibly the river weed.
An hour ticks by and the lobby phone is ringing off the hook. Ladesha called through as well and stated slowly and clearly "You.. must.. come.. sort out.. loud NOISE.. in room"
A pitter patter of dainty 30kg flesh tried her best to appease the situation, and as their room door closed the guitar started up again with more laughter. Ladesha lost it and with flailing arms and a flapping hand slapped the wall until they shut up. .. for another 30 seconds. There was nothing to do, we had to sit it out..
At 3am the guitar wore itself down and the talking became a subtle murmur.. but this wasn't the end.. you see, one bohemian lady decided that she needed to cough and hoick into tissues, and flush the toilet for the rest of the night.. Christ.
We awoke in the morning, to a flood in our room - as obviously the cistern workout had catastrophically overspilled our way. To make matters worse - my denim shorts floated past me with 4,000,000 wet dong glued inside.. Ahhhhh
I tried to get a discount - but they never understand, and this girl is just too darn sweet. Instead she packed us 4 bananas for our travels and 2 souvenir silk purses with business cards intact.
Oh well.. you got to have a lasting memory I guess.
So Staf & Desh - Are you in Laos yet?
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