“Eric, you should call for reservations.” Jheng Ying, a Chinese girl said. Her voice stern and commanding.
“You really need to relax,” I said as I slouched on the couch. I didn’t want to move, two hours of massage had convinced me that my muscles had no use other than pleasure. “You are undoing your massage by being so anxious about the trip.”
“If you don’t get a reservation, where are we going to sleep tonight?”
“What kind of hotel do you think we are staying at?”
“Five star, but four is acceptable.”
“Yea that’s not happening. We are going to a village on the beach, if there are hotels they won’t have any stars, if there are no hotels then we can camp.”
“A tent, I’m not an animal! Every hotel needs a reservation.”
“We don’t need any kind of reservation.” Glen, our Filipino friend said as he moved slowly around his house, his muscles still melted from the massage.
“Well we had better not!”
We took a bus to the beach, three hours, crowded 5 to a row, the hot fuel flavored air snapping in at short bursts from the open windows. The ride was fun. The black sky wrapped around us like a blanket as we fumbled around a village of bamboo walls and thatched grass roofs. It took a while but we found the hotel on the beach. It was spartan: bench, table, beds, a bucket flushing toilet and a big barrel of water that held the water that you threw on yourself if you wanted to shower. A great place, I liked it.
“Where is the hot water?” Ying asked as she examined the barrel, looking for some other faucet to open and pour hot water from.
“We don’t usually use hot water here, the water is warm, so that is enough for us, but I can get some hot water for you,” the hotel owner said “it will only take 30 or 40 minutes.”
“Ok,” Ying said as the owner walked away. When we were alone she added more “What kind of hotel is this. Hotels should have hot water, and TV’s and Air conditioners and so much more. There are not even any towels here!” She paused to take a breath and went on “Get out, I need to get ready for my shower.”