Day 48: Every which way but dry
It is 11pm and it is the first time I have been dry in 12 hours. Today was one heck of a day, so let's start at the beginning. Yesterday I checked on to a hotel south of Nagoya in Anjo. It was the first day since leaving my new friend Mandy's place, and the cold I fought for my entire stay with her wasn't entirely gone. I was careful to confirm the checkout time for the morning. The clerk slowly thought about the right words in English and kindly informed me that checkout was at 10am. Making my way to my room I found myself in a smoking room, so it didn't smell great, and the mattress was mostly springs and not really padded. But I was too tired to care. I read the information on the table and confirmed the 10am checkout time. A few few hours later I would tuck in for the night. I paused for a moment, considering when I wanted to get going the next morning and set my alarm for... 10 fucking am. I slept marginally above poorly, and woke up with my alarm. &q