I was so fucking sick of Pink Palace (which will be referred to as Puke Palace from now on), but had long ago given up on getting to another town for night life.
"How late can I rent a 4-wheeler?" I asked
"Until 6pm everyday!" the chipper receptionist chimed, batting her eyes, oblivious. A thin worm-like trail of smoke crept over her face before dissipating, revealing the ashtray that she kept hidden behind the desk. This was a woman who knew she was in limbo.
Too late to access an escape vehicle, I sat down for dinner. I loaded lasagna (not a local dish) on to the chrome camp plates and poked about it with the dented flimsy silverware. Before I had a bite, campers began to lead songs and chants. If I didn't put my hands in the air when directed, there was a fresh, smiling blond who would pull them up for me, and ask why I was "so glum."
"Because," I said, "Fuck off, I fucking hate this place," imploring the 25 year old camper to kindly fix the situation for me, or at least acknowledge with me how cheesy this place was. This was a hostel, that I paid for to stay, like on vacation, not somewhere my parents sent me to be tortured.
Unable to stand it, I passed up a free meal and went to get dinner in town. Relieved I felt like an adult again, and a woman- I was wearing a scarf after all. I was not shy and chose my seat in a high spot perched in the corner, leaving me feeling royal.
The owner took a notice and kept asking if I was okay up there- was the breeze too much, etc. I said I was fine and he insisted I come taste a few dishes before making a decision, so he spoon fed me. Three hours before I had to catch my ferry to Bari Italy I was able to try every type of food I think that island had to offer. An unlikely and brief friendship developed between us, me being so grateful for the hospitality and he a lonely middle-aged man. We spent the next hour bar hopping in his town, driving up and down the mountain with the roof down- Really happy I got to see the nightlife too without a 4-wheeler and without helmet hair too.
I really hope this means that you are coming back to blogging.
ReplyDeleteI think I have. Credit goes to you 110%.
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