I couldn’t think it – I stood at a cliff’s edge, staring off into the serene red-green ocean that extended for miles beyond what my vision allowed me to see. Above me was an overcast sky, with fragments of sun piercing through the cloth-like clouds love a patched tent offering shade to the inhabitants within. It was a beautiful sight to see – which made my return back to my hotel all the more disruptive. Let me explain: I’d been backpacking for some time around the country, and 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, however 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 enduring a pretty intense frosty front. If you’ve never been at the seashore on a frosty Winter season’s day, don’t do it – not unless you prefer pain! While I loved the view, the intense chills from being in such a frosty environment left me yearning for the warmth offered by the heating system at my hotel where I was staying for the night. I took a cab back to the hotel, and had to endure a thirty-minute ride with no heating system in the car. Trying to remain optimistic, I ignored the lack of heating and awful indoor air conditions as I knew my 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 all the people in the town sapping power to run their furnaces and furnaces at max capacity. The power had just come back on, however the hotel – and my room – wouldn’t think hot from the heating system for hours. 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 think warm.

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