I checked out of my hotel this morning but this afternoon found that my room key still worked and that no one had checked in. So I used my laptop in the room for a while rather than in the lobby. (I didn’t use any amenities, just sat and typed and called my wife on Skype.)
Then my nerves got the better of me and I retreated to the lobby. But it was mildly exciting.
UPDATE: Maybe it wasn’t just my nerves. A colleague in the room next door was trying to reach me shortly after the events described above and knew I was squatting, so she went to my room and knocked boldly. A naked (except for a towel) man who had clearly just woken up came to the door.
I must have missed naked man by minutes.
This is what I call living large (now that I’m not getting drugged and strangled).
1 thought on “squatting in Rio”
You certainly have this story filed in the correct category, Dave.