This is the view from our room. It was raining when I came out of the airport, but only a light drizzle. It was a little muggy, too. I expected it to be a lot hotter.
The hotel is nice, like something you might find in Las Vegas.
This is what the room looks like. Omid and Dad are going to have to share a bed because we can't fit a roll-away in here.
Omid was very welcoming. Not. I found him leaning against a wall outside the hotel, smoking a cigarette and drinking a V8 Splash. The first thing he asked me was how much money I brought with me. Also, no one speaks English here. Not even the guy at the Front Desk.
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