Hang out in the hotel avoiding the heat – saying hello to the hotel dogs who are very friendly but in need of a good brush. Get some blogging done – and melt into a puddle. It’s a straightforward cycle ride – to the outskirts of the city anyway. Not long after arriving in the suburbs the thunderstorm that had been chasing me up the road landed on my head. Fabulous pyrotechnics! I was drowned with what seemed to be gallons of water chucked down in the space of about half an hour with continuous thunder and lightening. The drains couldn’t cope with the deluge and rivers foamed and swirled around the pavement as I splashed through. I was the proverbial drowned rat in my Trago raincoat that wasn’t at all waterproof. My underwear was soaked. Although it was still warm when the rain finally eased, I was cold in my wet clothing. I discovered cold beer doesn’t help.
I had decided on the Crossroads Hostel – not just because it’s reminiscent of the Crossroads Motel, but also because it’s got good reviews on t’internet. However I can’t find it in this enormous city. I know I’m nearby when I find the Tregono Tower but stumble around the Old Town cobbled streets looking for the way to the front door. By this time it’s gone midnight and I know I won’t want to disturb anyone so I stay out all night – thank goodness for all night coffee bars! It starts to rain again around 3am – and I shelter and doze in a doorway (reminiscent of that time squashing Squibby’s fuzzy plant). By the time I finally discover the right street (literally underneath the Tower on the hill) it’s nearly 5am and I put my feet up and settle into the chairs outside and doze again until there is life at the hostel around 7am. The woman who emerges to empty the bins tells me “you should have rung the bell”! (does that sound familiar, Squibby?)
I had decided on the Crossroads Hostel – not just because it’s reminiscent of the Crossroads Motel, but also because it’s got good reviews on t’internet. However I can’t find it in this enormous city. I know I’m nearby when I find the Tregono Tower but stumble around the Old Town cobbled streets looking for the way to the front door. By this time it’s gone midnight and I know I won’t want to disturb anyone so I stay out all night – thank goodness for all night coffee bars! It starts to rain again around 3am – and I shelter and doze in a doorway (reminiscent of that time squashing Squibby’s fuzzy plant). By the time I finally discover the right street (literally underneath the Tower on the hill) it’s nearly 5am and I put my feet up and settle into the chairs outside and doze again until there is life at the hostel around 7am. The woman who emerges to empty the bins tells me “you should have rung the bell”! (does that sound familiar, Squibby?)
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