So Much Potential
Friday, September 11, 2009 at 11:48 It's another boss story that has to be told.
After travelling transcontinental then getting up at 3:30 in the morning to board more plans from third world airlines, then getting in a FIAT and driving for two hours we arrived in BFE Croatia.
BFE Croatia isn't like BFE North Dakota. BFE Croatia is like an undiscovered (inexpensive) Almafi Coast -- it's just that it's small and the Julie McCoy of this operation did not do the one thing I asked her to do.
Make a hotel reservation.
They offer the boss a dorm room at the prison we are surveying. It was presented as: No sheets, no pillows, no towels, a porta potty, and a shower across the way. I heard this and sent the boss on his way to tour the facilities and ran (full sprint) to the Fiat and drove (like a bat out of hell) to the harbor where I saw a seriously nice 4 star hotel.
I secured two rooms ... with breakfast.
CLICK HERE TO SEE PARADISEI returned to prison.
To find that they fixed him up in a dorm room with a shower, toliet, towels, sheets, pillows, blankets, and even a couple of Ritter Sport bite sized chocolates on his pillow.
What did I get: I was offered the previous room under discussion -- with a few additions: 3 girls, one of which sounds like she is dying of bubonic plague.
I had to go cancel (was told to go cancel) said reservation at hotel with bathroom, pillows, blankets, a restaurant with market umbrellas and a view of the Adriatic.
Indecently: I packed no pillow, blanket, sheets, shower shoes, or crap like that. It was suppose to be a hotel trip.
Finally: I froze my ass off last night and ... knowing what was going to happen... Simon (travel bear extraordinary) jumped ship at the hotel in Germany. So, to add insult to freezing unbathed ass injury, I no longer have my bear (with no sand in its ass).
One more night in Croatian Prison.
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