A night at the Gossip Hotel

Megan and I were in Malindi this weekend for some shopping and tiramisu. It's a popular place with Italians for some reason and when you walk through town, instead of saying "jambo!" or "hello," the locals say "ciao!" to all of the mzungus.

We stayed at a hotel near our favorite restaurant there, named I Love Pizza. As we lay in the huge four-poster bed, surrounded by mosquito netting and a little buzzed from the wine at dinner we laughed at how ridiculous our trip is at times. All night long we fell asleep and woke up again to the sounds of:
1. people talking loudly on the street
2. cars that sounded as though they were driving down the center of the bed
3. a loud television next door playing a horrible movie (in English)
4. chirping crickets
5. music from a disco
6. rats and/or bats squeaking nearby
7. the people in the next rooms come and go all hours of the night.

Our sleep was certainly disturbed, but all we had to do the next day was lay beside a pool for 6 hours and eat and we managed to make it through.