Vagrancy

I slept outside last night; classic move on my part.

Many hotels in Europe don't have a 24 hour front desk. In fact, several hotels in which I've stayed have a keypad at the front door where one enters a code and is granted access to the hotel. This is the case for the hotel in which I am currently staying, and I forgot the code.

I didn't really forget the code. I remembered all the numbers in the code, I just failed to remember the sequence in which they are to be entered.

For a while, I just sat pressing buttons hoping that some sort of notification and/or alarm would be tripped and the hotel staff would come out and let me in. That didn't work. When I finally admitted to myself that I wasn't getting in, I began to explore other options. The garden fence is easily scaleable by anyone with enough motivation, so, I let myself in and slept on the porch swing.

Fortunately, the weather was conducive for camping in the garden, and despite the mosquitos, I managed to get a few hours of sleep. The one thing that ruined it for me was the cat in heat. I never saw this beast, but it must have been the size of an ocelot or lynx, because it made the most god awful sounds all night long. It seemed that every time that I began to drift into a state of sleep, this behemoth felt the need to call for a mate. Of course, my brain couldn't just let this go, and I found myself wondering what it would be like if other animals used the female feline tactic to draw a mate, including the human animal. I'll let you draw your own conclusions about what that society would be like, but for me, it was a funny place to live.

I finally made it in to my room around 7:00, drew the curtains and slept until 12:00.