I arrived at the resort and tried to get my room. It was about 7:00 and I was tired and cranky. On the bus was a guy who wouldn’t shut up and had the most annoying Texan twang. Another guy, a local, kept trying to sell me marijuana. And when that failed, he tried cocaine and harder drugs. My mood didn’t especially improve when the key provided didn’t open the door to my room.

Eventually it was sorted out and I got myself some dinner. Not great fare, but it filled a void.

I looked around for people I knew. Since this was an annual event I was expecting to see a familiar face, but I couldn’t find anyone.

And it was still raining.

Eventually I did spot Marc from Belgium. Finally someone I recognized. He introduced me to Holly and Al. As a group, they had decided to go back to the nude pool. I said I would join them later.

Before that I talked to a nice girl, Lisa, who seemed to be the resorts masseuse. She offered to give me one later, but first I wanted to contact Air Canada to see about my luggage. (Bad prioritizing there, but I wanted to stop worrying.)

My luggage is still in Toronto. The Air Canada person claims they have a 97% success rate in getting luggage to destinations within 24 hours. Here’s hoping. I only have the contact lenses I’m wearing, and they’re daily-wears. If I take them out, they don’t go back in.

Hopefully I’ll have a suitcase tomorrow.

I went back to Lisa, and she started describing the massage options. As she went along, they started getting out of the traditional massages they teach at accredited institutions. Maybe she’s just very friendly and likes me? Then she mentions prices for services rendered. Abort! Abort! Abort!

I joined the others in the nude pool.