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wears the sopa

or an old joke something like that, lost in translation

sunny 29 °C

It's our last morning and we've run out of soap. I've been asking the room maids for 'sopa' for the last few days now but they just look at me strangely and keep telling me 3rd floor. I've looked everywhere on the 3rd floor but I can't find soap. As we're packing I come across our Spanish phrase book (unused) and it seems I've been asking the maids for soup all week! Jo's opened one of the hotel supplied toiletries so I use that in the shower. It's bright green, it must be mint and tea tree shower gel so I cover myself and find it quite refreshing. I check the label to discover I'm showering in mouth wash - kinda tingles! When we came out of breakfast we noticed the hotel manager and another chap in a tie with a walkie talkie obviously concerned about something and looking up at one of the glass elevators in the atrium. Two people were in the lift, it was on the 10th floor and it wasn't moving. It was a couple we had met who were from the Isle of Man. Then we realised the lift had stopped between floors and they were stuck. Eventually a maintenance man got the doors open and they had to climb down through the small gap between the lower part of the lift and the upper part of the lift opening, how exciting.

Posted by justchilling 10:33 Archived in Cuba

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