Reception

The street outside the hotel stinks. The drains. I am glad to get inside.

Inside, reception to my right, an open area to my left, looking out on to the street.

Barry says that the hotel is very comfortable.

“You’ve brought dollars?”

“Heaps.” I say.

“Pay for everything in dollars.”

Over there a bar marked ‘Dollar Bar’.

Sitting in front of the bar are three gorgeous looking women. One wearing a white pleated skirt, which I like, the other two in light flower patterned cotton dresses.

“Make sure you agree the price beforehand.” Barry says, seeing where I am looking.