I was going to ride with Dom and Leah on their bikes for a
few days as we are going in the same direction.
The only problem is that they get up and go to bed late whilst
I get up and go to bed early. This suggests a fairly basic incompatibility.
However, they are fun and since I’ve never travelled with
any other bikers before I decided to give it a go.
I went for my usual latte and bagel 7.30 am. On the way I thought
it might be a good idea to get them for not only Dom and Leah
but also Howie and Elaine. It might kick start them into some
kind of hyper activity. When we met the previous day I was having
lunch and they breakfast. Would fresh coffee from room service
Their hotel was like a traditional cell block around a central
atrium. There were loads of large potted plants on the ground
floor which made it feel only slightly less like a prison.
I knocked on their ground floor door, room 4. The windows were
shut. It must be pretty hot in there I thought.
‘Good morning, Dom and Leah, Room Service here, coffee
and bagels for breakfast, please open the door.’
‘Hi’, said Dom ,really a lot more awake than I would
have thought. There was no sound from Leah.
I waited outside. Did Dom hear me and then just roll over and
fall asleep again? I waited a bit more wondering if I should
go through it again. Trying not to get too impatient I chilled
out and waited some more.
A short while later I could see movement behind the door. The
latch went and the door slowly opened. Dom stood there in his
boxers looking slightly sleepy.
‘Hi, I’ve brought you some coffee and croissants
so we're ready to leave at nine o’clock.’
‘Wow, thanks’. Dom looked rather pleased.
‘Which room are Howie and Elaine in?’
‘Thirty four’ said Leah from somewhere inside.
I went upstairs looking for thirty-four. It was on the third
floor as I remembered Howie complaining about how hot it was
at night having had the sun on the roof all day.
I knocked on the door and went through my routine. I heard a
sound and the curtains started to twitch. I saw a hand draw
them aside. I offered the bagels and two lattes through the
window. The hand took them and they disappeared inside. At that
moment Howie drew the curtain back. He looked a bit surprised
but also really pleased that I’d brought him breakfast.
It was quite touching.
It was at this point I realised there was a teeny weeny problem.
It wasn’t Howie.
It was some one I’d never seen before and now he had my
coffees. The windows were barred. How was I going to get them
back? I started laughing.
The curtain moved again and my coffees slowly re-emerged.
‘Thank you very much, sorry about that’.
I laughed again and chuckled as I went downstairs to have another
go at getting the right room for Howie and Elaine.
I told the story to Dom and Leah. It was just another one of
those things that seem to happen to me on a fairly regular basis.
Leah started to snort and giggle. She had an extraordinary laugh.
Even weirder than my sneezes.
‘So what room are they really in?’
‘It’s thirty-five ‘ said Dom.
‘Thirty-four was the one we were going to have but didn’t’,
said Leah helpfully.
I went back upstairs and tried my now finely tuned routine for
the third time.
Elaine opened the door and I gave them to her explaining what
had just happened.
‘He’s another biker, Rob, an American'.
I met him a couple of hours later outside my hotel.
‘I was asleep and this bloke woke me up. All I heard was
'I’ve got your lattes and bagels' so I took them as they
came through the window. When I heard you laughing I thought
you must be ok so I gave them back. I could hear you laughing
as you went downstairs.’
We met again in Punta Perula two days later.
I asked him what he'd like to do tomorrow?
'Be allowed to keep my own coffee and bagel for breakfast'.