No bed… sleepless night…

Lydia to Bob: "Should I be worried about you?"
Bob hesitates, and then responds: "Only if you want to"
("Lost in Translation" movie)

Think back; think back hard, there's got to be a reason. How the fuck did things end up this way? It's bloody 2am and you don't have a room. God, it's pathetic. What does that say about you?

You got up in the morning… yeah, got up, right, good place to start. So you got up in the morning, and you were running some mixed emotions. If I remember right you were mumbling something about how much you love that room but how you couldn't afford it for long. Then you packed everything up and put them out in the reception. Why? You don't know? Ah, you felt like it. Felt, was it? Okay, we'll go with ‘felt’, 'felt like it' it is.

Then there was that motorbike thingy you set with Ofrah. You were looking forward to doing something different but you really weren't in the mood for a group ride and you hoped that somehow it would turn out to be something smaller, without the other couples she was hanging with. That seemed to work out, didn't it? But it wasn't just the two of you, was it? There was some one else out there. How'd he turn up? I don't think it's much of a mystery, the guy just walked up to you and introduced himself and things just flew in that direction. Didn't he seem like a good funny guy? I know you like that sort of males… it just might be the only sort of male you could enjoy.
There you are, there's Ofrah, and there's that Yoav, or Yoavi guy. You're a weird bunch, aren't you? He's the stand up fellow; she's the cynical Alanis Morissete type, and you? What exactly are you? But you seemed to be okay together, enjoying that day ride out on the risky impossible Ko-Phangan roads and even having a few laughs together. Nice day, nothing too memorable, but it's better than most days.

Getting back, it was still early… you had plenty of time to figure out where you want to sleep. What then? That’s when she threw that offer at you, wasn't it? It sounds like a great offer though if you ask me I'm not sure if it's out of a pity or a wish to be with someone. But she did offer you to share the room, right? But you just don't know, huh? It all seems complicated to you.

You just can't let things be simple. So, you drag it out, let time pass. You weight around the Aircon-Greatroom-Goodcomapny against TooCrowded-3 couples-Complicated-Unexpected alternatives but you can't seem to make up your mind. You want her to convince you, no less, you screwed up bastard. So, you go and have a long chat, listen to her self monolog for an hour. Man, I need a punch line. You gotta give me a punch line, 'cause the way I see it, it's like you made up your mind to stay there.

I don't know. I'm not even sure it's got to do anything with her or anything she said since it was really nothing special. She's a great gal, one of the best I've met so far on the trip, but I took my bag, said the quickest goodnight ever and took off. I don't think that I'll be able to sleep even if I had a bed now… have no idea why.

(Apologue:
Things turned out wonderfully, as they usually do in these cases.
I ended up talking in Messenger to people I haven’t heard from in ages, saw Liverpool win over Chelsea in the British semi-final 1:0, drank lotsa beers with wasted British folks and saw an amazing sunrise in the morning. Then found a cheap AC room and slept the whole day. It was really… special)