Monday 28 October 2019

The Grand V-mount Hotel. Part III, the final.

We found a spot in the corner of the parking lot, got our suitcases, and went back to the room. Our food supply was left in the car - we didn't mind attracting bears to our car, but absolutely declined the idea of collecting smaller forms of life in our food. Inside, we were debating if our suitcases may stay on the floor or if we should lift them on the table. I finally risked to check the bed and removed the covers.
The "white" sheets had some stains that passed through a few cycles of laundry. The pillow cases looked like they were dried on a rope outside and never met an iron. Or, which was much worse, someone was sleeping here before us. Meanwhile Natty decide to do inspect her bed and started removing the bed skirt.
- What are you doing?
- I know how to detect bedbugs! I will check in the corners and underneath the mattress.
- OK. And do you mind explaining what your plan is going to be at 11 PM in the middle of nowhere if you will detect them?
- I don't know.
- I think we should sleep on top of the covers, and our PJ's may wait until the next stop.
- Yes, even if our suitcases won't absorb bedbugs, we'd bring them in from our clothes.
Look carefully at the pillows. Since the suitcase is still on the floor, we just walked in into the room and haven't touched anything. Just saying...
The Internet distributing microwave! 
Bath tub had a Jacuzzi. However after my speech about fungal and bacterial infections, the other two didn't even risk to ask how it suppose to work 
     

Lis was suspiciously quiet. She was leaning to the wall near the microwave, doing something on her tablet. 
- Do you have internet?
- Yes, there is WiFi from the pizza place.
I think, modern kids have a detector for a good signal implanted somewhere under their skin cause nowhere else in the room we couldn't trace any sign of WiFi availability. The internet was available, but only one foot away from the microwave oven. I think it was receiving the signal from the kitchen of the pizzeria and distributing it around.
Natty and Lis received their happiness and gathered around the microwave. Meanwhile I was trying to make sure that at night none of my open skin or hair would touch the bedding. 
Showers were postponed until the next night. 
The night was awful. Water was dripping from the roof and some structure on the window. Trains were whistling and rattling all night long. My legs were itching because my mind was creating an image of the insects crawling on me. 

We got up at 6-30 AM and checked out by 7.
The situation was critical, we needed coffee before driving back another 200 km to Alberta (not to mention dozens of items on the map to cover that day).
We found an open Tim Hortons at some gas station, ordered coffee and breakfast, got ourselves a table and got stuck there for a good 30 minutes.
The queue was growing, since people were stopping for coffee before work. At some point I looked at the guy who walked in into the store and thought that I've seen him before, yesterday at the hotel. Then, looking around, I realized that 4 out of 6 guys in the shop were looking like our hotel neighbour.
- Have you noticed that all males look alike in this village? Sweatpants or cargo pants, grey hoodie, not very long beard and same haircut.
- Yes, I thought of this too. They all look like lumberjacks!
- Exactly! Even now - lumberjack, lumberjack, retired lumberjack with too long beard and long hair, lumberjack, shaved guy only 5.4 ft tall and looking like Polish or Ukrainian, another lumberjack.
- I think it's a lumberjack breeding village! Though, Andrew (waiter at the restaurant the night before) wasn't a lumberjack.
- Yeah, he just hasn't shaved for 5 days or so. From the other hand, he is too young. He could just be a lumberjack larvae!

The Lumberjack Lake
Later that day we detoured to a beautiful lake, trying to get rid of the buses with Chinese tourists which we were meeting at every stop. There were 5 cars on the parking lot. All men in those cars were white, unshaven, with blond or red curly hair and were wearing plaid shirts! I have no idea what the name of the place was, but we named it the Lumberjack Lake.

Should I say that our next night was booked at the Wilderness hostel, which was advertised as a "no electricity, no tap water, no WiFi" residence?

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