And the train is supposed to be convenient...

The hotel was quiet and not too hot. Full marks for the hotel. Except for the little matter of them not having a luggage room. They must be the only hotel in this city who has no storage space for luggage. What a pain. I do not want to leave my luggage in the lobby (hmmm, remember Barbados, W?? And I was just thinking last night about that and how this is a lot easier in terms of leaving luggage around), but I have business to do. I have to get a money order for one of my competitions, and I need to go back to H&M. Whyever go back? The lovely storekeepesr did not take the dyetag off one of my shirts.

What a waste of money, riding the train twice more.. it is more than the cost of the shirt! But I wouldnät want to ride without a ticket, first because it is wrong and second, because it is my last day here, and just my luck, I would be caught on that last trip. Honesty is sure expensive...

Of course, going out will be nice, since for the first time in months my hair looks lovely and wavey and the haircut does not look like the worst decision ever. Hair dye is good for me! My hair is exactly the same shade as yesterday (before the dye job), but the ends are a little less dry.

Just to complete yesterday´s post, here are some gems from Pentagon guy:

``Prostitutes? Ugh! I would much rather sleep with a girl that I have just met than have sex with a stranger. That would be so meaningless.``

``I really like thicker girls, you know? Girls with butts. Like my first wife. She was a mistake but she sure had a butt on her!``

``Why are you wearing bright pink sunglasss? The donät match anything you have on... hee hee how cute. Pink sunglasses`` (HE can kiss my ass. The pink songlasses are adorable. And his shoes had sequins on them, which I did not bring up, as silly boys ofter think insults are really flirting.)

Time to do the errands. The towels at this hotel smell like pretzels.