And on the ninth day, He said, “Let there be sun.” And there was sun. And it was good. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it was sunny today and that I appreciated it. On the downside…instead of rain, there were gnats. Billions upon billions of gnats flying around every part of my body they could reach, flooding into my rental car every time I opened the door, and generally hovering in front of my camera to disrupt what would otherwise be a perfectly good shot.
Yes, these are gnats. I zoomed in on them so they look larger, but this is just to give you an idea of the air to gnat density ratio.
But enough about that—let’s talk about the shower in my hotel room. I so look forward to taking a shower each night and washing off the filth that accumulates over the course of the day. Yesterday, I particularly looked forward to the warm spray, having suffered a fall earlier in the day. Ah, finally, it’s time to take a shower. I disrobe (this is a polite way of saying that I get naked), turn on the tap…and discover that the water is coming out of the bath spout and not the shower head. I poke and prod at every knob, pipe, button, and really anything metallic-looking, but I simply cannot figure out how to make the water flow upwards towards the shower head!
I’m kind of wet already, and the thought of drying off my still dirty body, putting on clothing, and hunting down a receptionist (who doesn’t sit at the desk all the time, as this is a small establishment) is simply too much. How much is too much, you ask? Well, perhaps this will give you an idea: I spent half an hour soaping up and rinsing off by pouring cupfuls of water over myself using the tiny glass cup they provide in hotel bathrooms. Little by little, I became clean.
You pull down on the tip of the bath nozzle to activate the shower, by the way.