September 26, 2012
Today was hectic. I had located a bike box at a bike shop 4 kilometers from my hostel on Tuesday and hired a cab to run me out there this morning. We had to fold down the seats to get it in but finally I was on my way back to my room. I hauled the box and my bicycle up to the luggage room and got to work disassembling Blu. The front desk people weren't sure what to think about me turning their hostel into a bike shop. As I was taking off the rear rack, the front desk clerk came back and stood watching me for a while. "So you are going to...?"
I was sitting on the floor turning a wrench. "I'm going to disassemble my bike and put it in that big box right over there," I said, smiling. " Then, I'll take it by taxi to the airport in the morning for shipment to the USA."
He looked at the bike and the various tools and parts scattered around on the floor, then back at me. "It will all fit?" he said, a little incredulous.
"Sure," I replied, " I do it all the time."
"Well, could you do it as quickly as you can?"
I grinned. " I'll hurry up every chance I get."
"Yes, please do because this...." he seemed to be searching for the right word.
"...Isn't a bicycle disassembling and packing facility?" I asked.
"Yes...I mean, no, and I need to ...." again the moment of hesitation.
"...Find a condom machine?"
"No! I'm..." he seemed ill at ease, confused. By now the story of the incident involving the night clerk and myself in the shower had made the rounds with the staff. I noticed that the help had been giving me a wide berth since.
"..I need... "
"...Denture adhesive?" Man, had this guy never seen Caddy Shack?
He didn't laugh, he didn't even smile. Instead he stood looking at me with a puzzled frown, then backed away a few paces, turned and hurried out of the room.
I have a feeling there are going to be a lot of new signs, in English of course, going up in the morning.