Finally the bus is crossing the bridge. You stare down at the green brown yellows of the bubbling vomit mote. Gotta be part of the hell system you think. but the bus makes it over OK. You get out at the bus stop and you instantly get your cases and get out. you see the Polka band beating up a wailing Sigal Hasterson and you laugh about it. Off to the hotel. A small overly hot room. You strip down and hit the shower but the water stinks too bad to wash in it. You go to bed and soon your asleep. You have rich wonderful dreams that night. Fantastic ones.