We took these Jet-Skis out for 20 minutes, in which time my eyes almost died from salt water splashback
This evening has been rather exciting, though. My dad was told he was not allowed to wear sandals into the restaurant, and naturally an awkward dinner followed, with the silence being broken with an occasional, "Look at that guy. He's wearing sandals and they let him in!?" Anyhoozle, after the meal we decided to buy some food from the nearby market. As we walked back into the hotel with our bags of shopping 2 guards ran up to us in the lobby like we were some kind of bargain terrorists (The prices at the hotel were insanely high so we had attempted to buy water elsewhere this time) and were told we weren't allowed to do this. We decided we didn't care for this rule and sulkily took our contraband upstairs. Now I feel like I should be sleeping with a gun under my pillow. Leaving this hotel is going to be like escaping Alcatraz now.
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