Arrived at hotel spooky and meet the gang.

Our hotel is the city view best western (aka) shitty view. It was a dive. It was as bad as anything onb the french tour. It seemed like many of the rooms were rented on an ourly basis often to girls who seemed v. Busy. There was always a family in reception invariably with opnly one english speaker a screaming baby and a black bag full of possesions being dragged behind a cute toddler. The recptionist didn't have english and we didn't have hotel american. They guy couldn't dig at first thaqt we weren't a married and b didn't want to share. He offered us many, in his eyes desirable incentives. I ended up with a post hammer horror four poster and jane with a group size jacuzzi. As I unplugged my laptop a cockroach (golden) wandered across the keyboard. We freshened then were picked up by robert and erina. Taken to a posh diner gaff. Nice stuff and I was persuaded to the halibut special by the painfully thin waitress. After a good meal we ended up back at our hotel at 33-17 Greenpoint. Cockroach was there ready for a chat, had pills turned TV on and fell soundly asleep.