The trip here was shorter than the one from Moscow to Suva, but I still felt just as tired, and drained from it. I was waiting in line at the hotel to check in, behind a man who looked oddly familiar. I couldn’t place where I had seen him from but knew I had seen him before. I rattled my brain until the concierge waved me forward.
“Gostaria de fazer o check-in nas próximas duas noites, por favor. (I would like to check in for the next two nights please.)” I stated, pulling out my passport and cash.
“Claro, terei todo o gosto em ajudá-lo com isto hoje. (Of course, I’ll be happy to assist you with this today.)” Replied a frail, thin looking man of about seventy, with a thinning hair line, salt, and pepper in color, with small round glasses sitting on the edge of his nose. “Perfeito, aqui e
