My dad and I arrived at a bus station, by plane or train, who knows; we were in some urban area. It seemed to me like Canada, but really no clue about it precisely.  So we had a hotel to get to. We knew we could take a bus to get close enough. So we seemed to find the right line, and when be boarded, we asked the driver about direction, since it seemed like 50/50 that the bus would be going the ‘wrong’ way, that it might be going the direction of the other 20 stops on the line before getting to our desired destination, which was only one stop away. So, by luck I guess, the driver said which way he was going, and that fortunately was our direction. So we got to our stop quickly, jumped out, then went to the right where we saw the hotel, and recognized the green and gold lettering in the signage, and the brand seemed to be somewhat recognizable as being of Asian Indian culture.  As we got closer, after positively identifying the place as our intended destination, I realized we had forgotten our luggage back at the bus stop. Given that we were in an urban area, where we know it’s not wise to leave items unattended, I suggested we go back for it immediately, before checking into the hotel.  We both seemed to head back to the bus stop together, at the same pace. I wanted to go quicker, and was feeling light on my feet, so I decided to make a jump in the air, which I thought might speed up the overall pace on the return trip, but it really didn’t. I came down from my leap and was still basically shoulder-to-shoulder with my dad again.  I could then see the luggage still sitting there, gratefully, and noticed it looked more like wicker chests that might be at the end of a bed, rather than traditional suitcases or duffel bags.  So, then there was a blurry sequence of an indoor moment with my landlady and some friends of hers, and it seemed to cause some frustration because their particular brand of nonsense just seemed to bring about confusion and delay. So then I was heading back toward the hotel, and I was holding a cup of hot chocolate out in front of me, and it seemed like I was pushing into the cup and meeting some resistance at the same time, so I was cautious not to crush it and end up spilling everything.  As I got closer to the hotel I started picking up on a basketball theme, in general.  I saw some guys who looked like players, or maybe recently retired players, and there was some ‘old school’/legend type of stuff too, like on a TV in the hotel lobby there was a classic game playing.  So then it was finally time to check in at the desk, to get our keys, etc.  It felt like the place had an international feel; the desk agent seemed to have an ethnic quality to him. I asked first in German, whether he preferred to speak in German or English. He said English.

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