JourneyMonkey

Colin saved me the best details to share. The itty bitty, tiny little negligible detail that made the trip to the hostel/apartment that much more gut-wrenching... Namely, that the bearded wonder looked like a bum, his car was in danger of dropping an engine, an the all important fact that he had the worst goddamn BO that I have ever smelled in my life, magnified by the fact that he apparently spent every waking hour of his life in that car! Let me just say that it was un-breathable from 5 feet. That after we got out, I could still taste it in the back of my throat for a good 1/2 hr after he cleared out, and that my jacket, after a 3 minute ride, still bears witness to the nasal assault that this guy and his hell-coach were distributing.

On the plus side, due to this nasal, mental, and emotional torment, I have now been guaranteed a luxury hotel for the remainder of our trip. And a shearling of my choice, post-Ramune-balls-of-steel negotiating skills. And we had a nice lunch too.
So more, I'm sure, to come...