I don’t remember how the hostel was; no idea if there was breakfast or if it was good. No clue about the bed or the fan, or if the shower was cold or not. Any cucarachas anywhere? I don’t know.
But the beer that night nuzzled so freshly down my throat, revitalized the crushed travel body after a long hot day in a packed bus, that I remember every chilly sip. This person had truly deserved a beer.
Balcony under my butt, blistery feet liberated from trekking sandals, twisted cable muddle overhead, a barking dog somewhere, sweet scent of some giant bush with pink blossom and a yummi Belikin! So good!
Perfect moment to beer in mind 🙂