All travel agents, but one, were all pritty unreliable as one could perceive immediately. We did not care for a dollar more or less and everybody promised the same which was not convincing.
We stepped down slowly and made the walk back to the parking spot. Sam was with us all the time and after Lili visited a souvenir shop he finally brought us back to the hotel where we dressed up.
We checked in at the Hotel de Paris, a small hotel owned by a friendly, old lady. Our rooms were OK, but we asked to be transferred to the newer part of the hotel. The stomach ache of my wife did not disappear. |
