Security and Bed bugs

Sunday, 15, October, 2006
No time

Hey Ya’ll!

Wow, it’s so awesome to be blogging again! We left about 3:00 pm today. Our first stop is Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. We obviously had to go through customs, and the security guard seemed a little baffled by us. We pulled up in our RV and the security dude stuck his head out of the window and began to question my dad:
“How many persons are in this vehicle?”
“Seven, me, my wife, my mother, and my four girls,” my dad replied.
The security man’s eyes widened in surprise, “Sir do you own this vehicle?”
My dad said that he did.
“ Are you carrying any firearms or weapons onboard?”
Of course not, unless you count kitchen knife’s as a weapon. He let us pass, which was a surprise, because usually they question you for hours on end. As I told you before, he was baffled.
Since my grandmother was with us, we had to find a hotel because there was not enough room in the RV. And we didn’t ignore the fact that she wakes up flippin early and would wake up the rest of the crew onboard.
Do you know that Canada has like absolutely NO hotels? Yea, we searched for hours. We did find one, but it was $150 per night! Yea right. We searched for some more but all we found was these lousy motels that had the doors falling off of the rooms. Guess where we ended up staying? Yep, you guessed it. It was this crummy motel that had a gas station and truck stop. It was horrible. But it was midnight and there was no way there was going to be anything else around the vicinity.
My grandma checked in and I decided to sleep in the motel with her. It was super noisy out in the parking lot because of the stupid semi’s. Little did I know what I was getting into.
The place was worse than crummy, it smelled as if hundred of people had entered, sweated, and never opened a window. The sheets were like sandpaper, and who knows what kind of bacteria and fungus were in them. Can you tell I’ve been doing biology? Yea, it was the perfect place for those microscopic guys. Dark and damp. Ewe. The bathtub was the cleanest place. It almost looked new. The bathroom walls were a different story. I did a quick glance at the wall and the paint was peeling horribly. It’s been painted cream, pink, green, lime green, turquoise, and was now a pale blue.
I hurriedly ran back out to the RV to grab my sleeping bag and pillow. Sandpaper is not fun to sleep on and I was exhausted. That is, until the lights flipped off and I was lying there thinking. Yes, I can think. I kept having flashbacks of the Little House on the Prairie books when Mr. Ingalls dreamed he was getting a haircut, and woke up to have a mouse gnawing his hair and making a nest. He had a ginourmous bald spot on his head and everybody laughed at him when he went to church the next day. Not cool. Funny, but not cool. Fortunately my hair is still intact, even though I didn’t get to bed till around 1:30 – 2 a.m.
Wish you guys were here (and I bet you’re thinking, yea right. Lol.),
Morgan