Here I Am!
In San Antonio. The flight was fine. I decided to take a taxi from the airport to the hostel, rather than subject myself and fellow passengers to me and my two suitcases and my huge camping backpack on an unfamiliar bus system. I've never taken a taxi before. I have to admit, I was a little freaked when the door locks went down; this is what comes of reading The Bone Collector. But thankfully, I was not hideously murdered.
So I get to go through the living hell of San Antonio International Hostel instead. Seriously, every other hostel I have stayed in has been wonderful; perhaps I just got my hopes up too much. Because this one is shit. My room is on the third floor, which is not actually a floor it is the attic and I think used to be servants' quarters when this was an actual house, judging by the narrowness of the staircase. And it has no insulation or ventilation, because it's like 80 billion degrees up there. It has one of those window unit AC things, which I switched on, and then retreated to cooler parts of the house. Like outside, which is the only place I can get internet. Of course, I cannot charge my laptop while I'm on the porch, so it's something of a tossup. I'll chill here until my comouter dies. And then go inside and do something like watch Torchwood at top volume, because I am apparently the only person in the place except for the owner/manager/WTF, so why did I get stuck in the attic?
Ah, well, hopefully for only one day. I am going to check out rooms tomorrow.
So I get to go through the living hell of San Antonio International Hostel instead. Seriously, every other hostel I have stayed in has been wonderful; perhaps I just got my hopes up too much. Because this one is shit. My room is on the third floor, which is not actually a floor it is the attic and I think used to be servants' quarters when this was an actual house, judging by the narrowness of the staircase. And it has no insulation or ventilation, because it's like 80 billion degrees up there. It has one of those window unit AC things, which I switched on, and then retreated to cooler parts of the house. Like outside, which is the only place I can get internet. Of course, I cannot charge my laptop while I'm on the porch, so it's something of a tossup. I'll chill here until my comouter dies. And then go inside and do something like watch Torchwood at top volume, because I am apparently the only person in the place except for the owner/manager/WTF, so why did I get stuck in the attic?
Ah, well, hopefully for only one day. I am going to check out rooms tomorrow.