she supposed that she should have thanked the hotel management for the note, since two of her friends' rooms had been Raid-bombed without prior notice. moybien and another hotel-mate went immediately down to the front desk to whine and beg to their fun front-desk staff. (pictures forthcoming.) we were able to get him to shake hands on NOT fumigating our hotel rooms while we inhabited them... but deep down inside, moybien knew that it was out of the hands of the fun-front-desk-man, and chose to heed the warning to secure her personal belongings.
but come on, how? she had packed the essentials she would need for two years...
still, she stayed up until 1am, packing.
but, how to secure them? *lightbulb*
she could use the hotel comforter:
from this bed:
but in the end, she did this:
(not bad for moving overseas, right?)
in the end, the fun-front-desk-man was able to get the workers to skip their rooms for the mass fumigation. moybien was very contented.
and, she is still thrilled that this is the view from her hotel room kitchen:
(don't know which volcano that is)
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