Sleepless nights at the Hotel Internacional
Trip Start Apr 01, 2008
47Trip End Jan 2009
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And then the fight.
Some drunken friends playing cards in the foyer down below and there is a moment, just a moment at an ungodly hour, where most seem to leave - ready to retire, drunk, happy....and then there were 3. Someone had done something wrong and then there were screams and cries and thuds and yelling and more thuds and cries and yelling and Iīm lying in my lovely grandma bed imagining the scene below of pools of blood, tears and broken faces. The blonde sleeps. My heart thuds with images of the murder that has just occured and the pain of having to find another hotel the next day. I think the body of the crying-one was dragged out as a bloody mess and for a moment, again-just a moment, there is quiet. And then the doorbell rings and no one answers and so it goes again, and again and again....and I now think it is the police, turned up to uncover the body. I even hear a walkie talkie...it might have been them...I think I sleep. And then wake to the blonde cursing the people next door who have the television on to make ears bleed in Mexico but I wonīt let him out in case he becomes a bloodied, limp body too.
We survive the night and too lazy to leave, we consider (but donīt - laziness) buying earplugs of a murdergrade but instead we wander.
Loja is one of the most beautiful cities we have yet encountered. Narrow streets lined with colourful, ornate balconies, plazas with backgrounds of glowing green mountains, $1 earrings, cheese empanadas deep-fried and sprinkled with sugar mmmmmmmm and murder. And despite the murder, people actually seem really friendly. We get to cross the road while the car waits!