14.12.2010 - 04.01.2011 33 °C
Phu Quoc. Phu what? Ph U too. Got room? What room? This room that I paid for. That room? Their room. No longer my room. One night. Last night, not next night. Tonight? Not? Maybe? Yes. And no. No show. Show me the money. Give back my money.
Next room. No room. Maybe tomorrow room. Not tomorrow. No tomorrow. Nowhere tomorrow. You sleep hammock? What? Tent? Uh…I’m spent.
My money? We sorry. Sorry, you’re not. I’m sorry. So sorry. So not. So not anywhere. Anything. Not sympathetic. Seething. Teething. Snarls like dead dog. Don’t book. Don’t not book. Don’t, but do come to such a wonderful island. Ferry tomorrow? Sleep on the beach? Sigh. Seethe. Snarl. Sob. Smoke a cigarette. Just stand and stare.
Why did I give up that room for this one night?
Stand. Stare. Glare. My money? My million? So sorry. You find room? What room? Your room? Their room?
Stand back. Start again. Sixteenth hotel. No? Yes. Got it.
High season. No season. No reason. Phuck!
Stand tall. Start again.
And end up at the humble place in town across the road. No no’s. No cheats. New sheets. No shit. 3 nights. Hot showers. See the sea. Start again. Sing praise. Say thanks. Sigh. Sleep tight. Smile. SMILE.
I suspect that beyond the money-sick beachfront, there exists a charm I’m so glad to have discovered. Tomorrow will be great. This is a stupidly beautiful island. Thank you to Hotel Hiep Thoai and Quang Vinh restaurant!