With an eerie similarity to our first night in China, we hopped in a taxi cab at the Bangalore Airport with a driver who quickly got lost, was illiterate, and liked to park the car (unlocked) in sketchy areas at 1:30 am and ask random people who by all rights ought to be in bed, for directions. Of course, none of these people were able to help. All the phone numbers we had for the cottage we had booked were not being picked up. Muddling through Internet directions in a strange town we didn't know in the middle of the night, we finally found Casa Cottage down a little back lane at 2am. The night custodian showed us to our room where we slumped on the bed and passed out.
BZZZZZT!
"Craig...." I nudged my husband "the doorbell is ringing..."
"No its not" says Craig, "go back to sleep."
hmmm...ok....I fall back asleep quite quickly.
BZZZZT!
"Craig...really, I know I heard it that time!"
"Its not for our room" he mumbles as he flips over onto his stomach and buries his head in his pillow.
hmmm...ok.... [I don't want to answer the door
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