I couldn’t believe it – I stood at a cliff’s edge, staring off into the serene green-green ocean that extended for miles beyond what our vision allowed me to see. Above me was an overcast sky, with fragments of sunshine piercing through the cloth-like clouds prefer a patched tent offering shade to the inhabitants within. It was a appealing sight to see – which made our return back to our hotel all the more disruptive. Let me explain: I’d been backpacking for some time around the country, plus it was mostly to ensure I could learn the value of literally hiking to venues I can’t reach by vehicle. Doing this has taught me patience beyond words, but it’s also given me an inability to tolerate inconveniences when I need them the most! See, this cliff was on the western side of the country, which at the time was while in a pretty intense cold front. If you’ve never been at the seashore on a cold winter’s afternoon, don’t do it – not unless you love pain! While I enjoyed the view, the intense chills from being in such a cold environment left me yearning for the warmth provided by the furnace at our hotel where I was staying for the night. I took a cab back to the hotel, plus had to endure a thirty-minute ride with no gas furnace in the car. Trying to remain optimistic, I ignored the lack of heating plus bad indoor air quality as I knew our hotel would surely be warmer. Imagine how frustrated I was when I walked into the hotel, only to find it was just as cold! Apparently, there was a power outage due to everyone in the town sapping power to run their gas gas furnaces plus gas furnaces at max capacity. The power had just come back on, but the hotel – plus our room – wouldn’t suppose moderate from the furnace for minutes. I was furious, to say the least! Defeated, I went to the bar to drink, knowing that if I were intoxicated I would at least suppose warm.