Continue of day 1

There are two ways to show up to a hotel in the civilized world.

The first way pull up to the rounded street in front of the hotel, get your bags, put it on a trolley, get the bellhop to take your bags to your room where you will find nice clean linen and soft fluffy white towels. You then tip the bellhop 2 dollars unless you are not Jewish and then it’s probably a ten dollar tip.

The second way to show up to a hotel is to get off a bus rummage through all the luggage till you find your bag. Then you flip it the right way because someone has thrown it down while looking for their own bag. You take that bag along with your backpack, your Tefilin and anything else that you were too lazy to pack away whilst you were still on the bus. You walk up a half sandy road and then start going down slimy cobblestone stairs. After approx 10 flights of those, you take your now broken suitcase and head up the block to the hotel. Walking up the stairs to the hotel we are greeted by the beautiful and tantalizing smell of stale cigarette smoke, torn couches, grumpy hotel staff and of course some cats.

Once we get our key, we look for an elevator or lack thereof. Make our way upstairs into a luscious heaven. Beautiful, clean, comfortable beds, decorative lamps, and furniture, oops. I forgot. I was meant to be describing the other kind of hotel. Well yes. Pretty shitty is what it was, but no one was going to throw a tantrum bout it would they? I mean after all it’s a free trip.
Downstairs for Minyan Mincha, then we wash our hands while standing in a pool of water for bread which was to be a large and sustainable part of dinner.

After dinner, it was Maariv and then we sat down and announced ourselves to each other. I have never in my life heard before so many ways to say Ohalai Torah without actually saying the words "Ohalai Torah"
After such a long and tiresome day it was bed for all of us.
Sweeeeeet dreamZZZ