Thursday, 01 Feb 2007

Location: Tulip Inn, Saudi Arabia

Happy freaking b'day

Really was a pretty shit day only briefly made better by receiving my first pay. I adjourned back to my hotel after work just to find some old fashion Arabian hoe down going on in the room next to mine. By 12.20am I’d had enough of the shit house karaoke and music from the great voice whirling artist DJ Al-Ghazi Al-Gosaibi and his funky bunch not to mention the dancing and hours of constant screaming. The air-conditioning vent in my bedroom near fell out due to vibration from the bass bin, which must have been mounted on the opposite side of my bedroom wall. Here’s me all the while laying in the lounge room sporadically banging my fist on the wall also trying to combat the noise with my TV turned up to max. It was all to no avail. I couldn’t hear my TV. This was seen to be the final straw. I’d put up with this shit for far too long. So I had to do the only thing left to do, phone reception.
I near caused the start of the next West vs East international ruckus. All viewed through the peephole in my door. The bellman knocked on the offending apartment’s door for 4 or so minutes before someone finally heard the banging and answered. After a little time there were three guys and the bellman all pointing at my door yelling and screaming it was obvious that the bellman had said I’d requested the action as I could hear him saying that I’d been living here for a month.
Two of the three guys stormed back into their party refusing to down the music while the third was still pleading with the bellman. I heard the bellman threaten this last guy with not sign something, I couldn’t understand what. So the bellman departs leaving the dude outside his room. Funny the dude must not have had his key on him as he also had to knock on the door for 4 or so minutes before giving up and finding it much more efficient to just ring one of the party goes inside.
The music was finally turned down to an extent where the AC vent in the ceiling stopped vibrating but it was still unbearable. I end up having to shift bedrooms to one at the opposite end of the hotel suite. So today I’ve locked myself inside the hotel room to avoid any confrontations in the foyer.
So that was my exciting b’day locked up inside Saudi Arabia.