Enjoying a seriously well deserved beer in my hotel Lobby after a stubbornly difficult trek from the airport.
Why pay $6 bucks for a direct shuttle when you can pay $15 for a train that gets you close enough to drag yourself and your suitcase through the rain, with the worlds tiniest umbrella, in the very eerie dark?
The roaring Pride of a travel weary Leo, that’s why.
Better question though is which did I deserve more the beer I’m celebrating my heroic feat with or the punishment I suffered for being stubborn to begin with?
It’s the Beer – always, without question, the beer.