After dinner we walked back and saw some interesting sites and shops on the way. Everything was quite impressive, as always in a new country. We entered the hotel and took an elevator to our room.
I took her down to the bathroom, and her pants and shoes were full of vomit. We were sure that it was not alcohol, but that there was something wrong with the food we had at this "nice" restaurant.
There was no one on the street and we did not feel to comfortable. The first hotel we entered, was build from clay. We saw an elderly English couple just leaving their room. We went to the reception. |
