Thursday 5 August 1999
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Pic of the day: Picture from inside the hotel shower. If you use Lynx,
you need not go for your alternative browser. I'm not in the picture.
:)
Travel journal: Breakfast at 6:45 AM.
Believe it or not, but I went to sleep at 22:30 (10:30PM) and woke up at
6:15. That is pretty far from my usual day rhythm, and I guess I'm
going to sleep in class again. Then again, that is hardly a Greek
tragedy in itself. Now off for the famous hotel beakfast.
Hotel at 17:00 The breakfast was indeed delicious, as soon as I got the seeds out of the pickled cucumber. I know this is a multicultural place, sort of, but think: This is largely a conference hotel, which means that people come here to sleep. Well, to drink and flirt and then sleep, but not to experiment with rare melanesian foods like roast lepidoptera larvae and cucumber seeds. (Not that there were any larvae, by the way.) Once the offending particles were removed, the main concern was to keep from over-eating: I knew another hot day was coming and I would need to drink frequently. If the food was delightful, the company was even better. Surprisingly, Ageless Girl arrived half an hour later than me; but I still enjoyed a long and pleasant breakfast together. I had largely forgotten the benefits of holy women. No flirting, no pretending. If I compliment her on anything (and there is ample reason to), she takes it at face value rather than viewing it as an attempt to get into her bed. We can discuss anything that interests us both, and there is no need to look for double meanings in anything. It is quite relaxing. You know I love women, but I don't really want to bed them as long as they are not married to me. And they are not.
Of course, tastes do vary. I was a tad suspicious as I checked into
what was named "RAINBOW Hotel Terminus". Was this Rainbow as in New
Age, or Rainbow as in Lesbian Liberation Front? I did take some comfort
from the conduct of my fellow instructors. It seemed that I would at
least not be the only hetero on the premises. But that misplacement
feeling returned this afternoon in the shower. On the wall in front
of me was a water resistant song text. It claimed to be a help for
those who wanted to sing in the shower. Have you ever heard anyone
need a written text to sing in the shower? Nor have I. And my eyes
fell on the line, "sure ev'ry one was gay". Being naked in a Rainbow
hotel makes one wonder about that assumption.
(Now, if this had indeed been a dedicated homo hotel, would I have slept
any less well at night? Probably not. But there is a surprisingly high
number of gay journals on the net, so I occasionally let slip hints that
I'm vaguely straight. It would seem to be in the best interest of all
parts to know...)
Goodnight at 22:45 Just said goodnight to Ageless Girl. We went to town to eat together with most of the others, and then afterwards the group drifted apart more and more until it was only us two left. And then there is just me. ("As is good and proper", to quote a friend.) Goodnight, world. |