Monday, April 18, 2005
Concerto de La Noche
I barely slept at all some nights due to the "Concerto de la Noche." The snoring was horrendous—great wheezing snorts, little repetitive machine gun fires, long drawn-out sawing sounds, choking noises—all harmonizing together. There were moments when I had my pilgrim staff poised and ready to hurl into the next bunk. Upon a bit of reflection, however, an act of such violence didn't really seem to be in keeping with the pilgrim spirit. During the worst nights, I took to stuffing sodden bits of toilet paper in my ears so that I could sleep.