When I woke up in that king
size bed my first spontaneous impulse was to take a peek out
of the window to enjoy the colorful view on the city: what a shame to
find out that everything around was coloured in shades of grey! Curiously,
the night before the skyline looked to be pastel-rose coloured on my reflex
camera screen. We are definetely going to remember the significant
change in temperature between the lobby and the swimming pool area.
The high humidity curls my usually straight hair, but it only
seems to be affecting mine, because indigenous ladies’ hair
looks to be immune to any high moisture: it always looks beautiful, silky
and as straight as spaghetti.
We suffered no jet lag symptoms so we
got up full of energy and with great expectations.
The first cheat / trick / rip-off we had to face was from a taxi driver, probably the only one across the country to observe the taximeter without being asked.
The first cheat / trick / rip-off we had to face was from a taxi driver, probably the only one across the country to observe the taximeter without being asked.
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| Hotel Prince Palace. Camera Superior. 2011 © Giovanna Puccia. All rights reserved. |
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| Hotel Prince Palace. Camera Superior. 2011 © Giovanna Puccia. All rights reserved. |
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| Hotel Prince Palace. Camera Superior. 2011 © Giovanna Puccia. All rights reserved. |
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