We finally got to our hotel and the people there were assholes. For a place where 100% of the clients were Americans or Europeans and 75% of the staff are American, you'd think they'd know something about customer service. Then, when escorted to our room we were told we had to keep it at freezing temps or else the walls would sweat. This would have been okay if there had been hot showers to go along with freezing room conditions...there weren't. By the end of the day, I was beyond fatigued. I went to bed early after some hot tea. Someone had cut the AC and I didn't bother to turn it back on. I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging fever and body aches. In the morning it was confirmed- I had strep throat. The white little dots in my throat and the swollen lymph nodes were a dead give away. As luck would have it, my random bunkmate from San Francisco thought he had strep before he came down and had the antibiotics on him which he generously gave to me. So, I spent the whole day recovering....no beach, no tours, no fun.
That night I went to bed with the aid of my ipod and woke up the next morning with my ipod waterlogged. Yes, the walls had sweat and formed a puddle under my bed which my ipod had fallen into. I was beyond mad and told my friend we were leaving that instant. Luckily, that's been the end of my bad luck. I got to the main island and almost immediately found a hostel. I walked it and it was perfect. I had my own room and gorgeous wooden furnishing. It was a quite hostel with signs everywhere that say "No guests allowed at ANY time." This is in stark contrast to the rest of the island. The island is like party central for Gringos and most people my age keep an eye out for hostel's with bars attached....they are the majority here. So, I feel very lucky to have randomly wandered here. I have a nice little room with a porch outside that I can see the ocean from as I type on my computer.
Weird story: There is this super friend black cat here at the hostel. And, the owners have a portrait of a black cat so I assumed it was theirs. Well today I went downstairs to pay for another night and I asked what the name of the cat was. He said that his cat of 13 years died yesterday. The cat in the portrait was his cat. The hostel is named after the cat, Hansi. According to the owner, this new cat that I was inquiring about is female and arrived only yesterday and does not appear to be leaving anytime soon. The owner swears up and down its true. He says he is not a religious man but its just a strange strange occurrence. Really really weird. He was also light-hearted about it saying he expects the female to now give him a litter of all black kittens :)
Tried to leave this morning but after drying out my ipod all day and reviving it... the clock reset and my alarm didn't go off. So, another day of rest and I'll try to head out to Costa Rica tomorrow. Mom comes in on Thursday!
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