19 julio 2018

rentafish

I arrived at the hotel on schedule, after almost ten hours of flight. While I was waiting for my reception, I thought of the meeting that was scheduled for the next day at 10 a. m. and that I had time to rest a little and read the contract documents for the umpteenth time.
Then I saw an orange fish that was in a fishbowl at the reception desk and next to it a small sign saying:
Alone in your room and you want company? Rent a fish. 3,5 €/night.
I spent a few seconds reflecting on what the managers of the hotel chain would be thinking to offer a fish as a companion animal, perhaps because it was aseptic. If I had to choose an animal, I would choose a dog or perhaps a cat or a ferret, but a fish?
Then I thought that, if the renting of the fish was a subliminal message from the hotel chain against prostitution, because it is well known that, in the big Asian cities, where businesses of all kinds are closed, there is a large market, very profitable, connected with prostitution.
I didn't give the matter any more thought and when the receptionist took care of me, after giving him my personal details, I rented the fish. She smiled at me and told me that they would take it along with the suitcases.
Already in the room I took a shower, got dressed and went down to dinner. Already in the room I took a shower, got dressed and went down to dinner. After dinner I went to the hotel bar to drink a 20 year old rum. I deserved it. Without my job, the contract we were going to sign the next morning would never have been closed. While I was drinking the rum, I realized that there was a woman who kept an eye on me and smiled at me. She was dressed like an executive, she was a brunette with very short hair. I continued to enjoy my drink, until the brunette approached me, left the briefcase on the floor and said to me in a tired voice:
"In your room or mine?"
I stayed a few moments without knowing what to answer.
"We have spent more than half an hour with complicit glances and smiles. I am very tired. I've had an exhausting day. I haven't stopped since ten in the morning. One meeting after another and I'd like to relax a little bit. I've been watching you since you walked in and I like you. You want some more explanation?"
"No, I don't want any more explanation. It's just that this is the first time something like this has happened to me. I'm not used to it."
"You are not accustomed to us women being the ones to take the initiative and perhaps you prefer a period of flirtation, but I really do not feel like it. I want to have my last drink and then fuck a little bit and then go to bed. Tomorrow I have an equally or more hard day ahead of me. This is my last proposal. I'll tell you, I don't usually do this. If I remember correctly, this is the second time I've done it. The first one was in Sydney, a few years ago and I liked the experience. What do you say?"
"Well, let's have a few drinks and then we'll see. Okay? All right?"
"Okay, I see you're old school. Shall we go to your room or mine?"
"I don't care."
"For in yours then. Give me about 20 minutes to go to my room and take a shower and drop off my stuff. Which room are you in?2
"721 st."
"Perfect. Order me a gin-tonic with a little slice of lemon."
"Okay. I'll wait for you."
"By the way, my name is Carmen, although everyone knows me as Carmela."
"Nice to meet you, Carmela. My name is Juan Alberto."
"I like your name. See you in a few minutes, Juan Alberto."
I finished my rum, as I watched the brunette get lost in the hotel lounge heading for the elevators.
Then I went upstairs, ordered another rum for myself and a gin and tonic for Carmela. As I waited, I stared for a moment at the fish I had rented and thought that in the end I was not going to spend the night alone with him, but with a magnificent company.
Carmela and I spent a night of scandal, drank and had sex as if there were no tomorrow, until we fell asleep. A wild and unforgettable night.
When I woke up Carmela was gone. He didn't leave me his cell phone number or even a miserable note.
I took a shower, got dressed and before leaving the room I looked at the orange fish that was swimming, placidly, in the thirty square centimetres of its tank. I thought of the €3.5 I had spent on his rent that had been wasted, just to increase the hotel chain's profit and loss account.
However, a month after I was at home, I received my credit card statement and there was a charge I recognized, but it wasn't at all in accordance with the amount.
Rent a fish: 503,50 €.
I thought it was due to a mistake and I knew that my company would not take care of that expense, because it only paid for the room and board.
Without giving him much thought, I called the hotel to ask the reason for this exorbitant figure.
I had to speak with a nice lady who listened attentively to my complaint. Then he told me that this was an extraordinary service offered by the hotel, which not only consisted of renting the fish in question, but that, by renting it, I would accept a flirting game with a lady of company and that I would only be charged to my account, if that flirtation went further, as it did with Carmela.
I told her, outraged, that I remembered that I signed the rental document for the fish, but that nowhere was there any talk of the game she was telling me about. The woman, in a charming tone, told me that I had not read the fine print at the end of the document she had signed. She was absolutely right; I hadn't read it.
When I hung up the phone I was almost determined to denounce the hotel, but I remembered Carmela and that spectacular night. I smiled. I told myself that, in the end, it was the money best spent €503.50 in a very long time and only live once and so I let it run.
Image source: Facebook

18 julio 2018

Retazos de primavera

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Los colores de la primavera ya están aquí.

17 julio 2018

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Este espectacular campo de margaritas es el anuncio de que la primavera casi ya está aquí.

16 julio 2018

La hermosura de las flores


La naturaleza tiene preciosas manifestaciones, pero las más impresionantes son las flores.
Nature has beautiful manifestations, but the most impressive are the flowers.

15 julio 2018

I always liked fresh blood

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Filthy bug!
That was the scream I heard when I got hit. Then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I didn't know where he was. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. I still had the familiar taste of blood in my mouth, that typical taste, which when you savor them you can't stop. I recognize him. I like the taste of blood.
Soon I was able to recover. I was lying on the kitchen table and his words were still ringing in my brain:
Filthy bug!
I heard his voice in the distance, as if he were entertained somewhere in his closet. I'm sure he considered me dead. The hit that hit me was direct and hard, but how wrong I was. I got up again with great difficulty. My legs were shaking and I couldn't see clearly. I sat at the table until I was fully recovered.
Without hesitating for a moment, I headed towards him. I went through the kitchen and into the living room. He was sitting in front of the TV. I was only interested in his neck, because the smell of blood called me. I stealthily approached, trying to make as little noise as possible. The sound always ends up betraying us. I landed near her jugular and sucked her blood again, because we, the tiger mosquitoes, always liked blood, even if we lose our lives because of it. We, like the scorpions, do not control our character.
This time he didn't even notice my presence and I was able to suck his blood to his liking, until I got fed up and flew to find another propitiatory victim.
Image source: Pixabay

14 julio 2018

Alquila un pez

Llegué al hotel a la hora prevista, después de casi diez horas de vuelo. Mientras esperaba a que me atendieran en la recepción, pensé en la reunión que estaba programada para el siguiente día a las diez de la mañana y que tenía tiempo de descansar un poco y leerme, por enésima vez, los documentos del contrato.
Después me llamó la atención un pez naranja que estaba en una pecera en el mostrador de la recepción y junto a él un pequeño cartel que decía:
¿Solo en tu habitación y quieres compañía? Alquila un pez. 3,5 €/noche.
Me quedé unos segundos reflexionando en qué estarían pensando los gerentes de la cadena hotelera para ofrecer un pez como animal de compañía, quizás porque era de lo más aséptico. Yo, si tuviera que elegir un animal, elegiría un perro o quizás un gato o un hurón, pero ¿un pez?
Después pensé que, si el alquiler del pez era un mensaje subliminar de la cadena hotelera en contra de la prostitución, porque es sabido que, en las grandes ciudades asiáticas, en las que se cierran negocios de toda índole, hay un gran mercado, muy rentable, relacionado con la prostitución, las mal llamadas mujeres de compañía.
No le di más vueltas al asunto y cuando me atendió la recepcionista, después de darle mis datos personales, alquilé el pez. Ella me sonrió y me dijo que me lo llevarían junto con las maletas.
Ya en la habitación me di una ducha, me vestí y bajé a cenar. Después de la cena me fui al bar del hotel a tomarme un ron solo, de veinte años. Me lo merecía. Sin mi trabajo jamás se hubiera cerrado el contrato que íbamos a firmar la mañana siguiente. Mientras me tomaba el ron me percaté de que había una mujer que no me quitaba ojo y que me sonreía. Vestía como una ejecutiva, era morena, con el pelo muy corto. Yo seguí disfrutando de mi bebida, hasta que la morena se me acercó, dejó el maletín en el suelo y me dijo con voz cansada:
—¿En tu habitación o en la mía?
Me quedé unos instantes sin saber qué contestar.
—Llevamos más de media hora con miradas cómplices y sonrisitas. Yo estoy muy cansada. He tenido un día agotador. No he parado desde las diez de la mañana. Una reunión tras otra y me gustaría relajarme un poco. Te llevo observando desde que entraste y me gustas. ¿Quieres alguna explicación más?
—No, no quiero ninguna explicación más. Es que es la primera vez que me pasa algo así. No estoy acostumbrado.
—Ya, es lógico, no estás acostumbrado a que seamos las mujeres las que tomemos la iniciativa y quizás prefieres un periodo de flirteo, pero, la verdad, no tengo ganas. Quiero tomarme la última copa y luego echar un buen polvo para irme a dormir. Mañana me espera un día igual de duro o más. Esta es mi última propuesta. Te diré que esto no lo hago habitualmente. Si mal no recuerdo es la segunda vez que lo hago. La primera fue en Sídney, hace ya algunos años y me gustó la experiencia. ¿Qué dices?
—Bien, nos tomamos unas copas y después veremos. ¿Te parece?
—Me parece bien, ya veo que eres de la vieja escuela. ¿Vamos a tu habitación o la mia?
—Me da igual.
—Pues en la tuya entonces. Dame unos veinte minutos para ir a mi habitación a darme una ducha y dejar mis cosas. ¿En qué habitación estás?
—En la 721.
—Perfecto. Pídeme un gin-tonic sencillo con una rodajita de limón.
—Vale. Te espero.
—Por cierto, me llamo Carmen, aunque todo el mundo me conoce como Carmela.
—Encantado, Carmela. Yo me llamo Juan Alberto.
—Me gusta tu nombre. Nos vemos en unos minutos, Juan Alberto.
Yo me acabé mi ron, mientras veía como la morena se perdía por el salón del hotel con dirección a los ascensores.
Al poco subí, pedí otro ron para mí y un gin-tonic para Carmela. Mientras esperaba me quedé mirando durante un momento al pez que había alquilado y pensé que al final no iba a pasar la noche solo con él, sino con una magnífica compañía.
Carmela y yo pasamos una noche de escándalo, bebimos y nos entregamos al sexo como si no hubiera un mañana, hasta que caímos rendidos en la cama. Una noche salvaje e inolvidable.
Cuando me desperté Carmela ya no estaba. No me dejó el número de su teléfono móvil ni siquiera una mísera nota.
Me duché, me vestí y antes de dejar la habitación detuve la mirada en el pez naranja que nadaba, plácidamente, en los treinta centímetros cuadrados de su pecera. Pensé en los 3,5 € que me había gastado en su alquiler que no habían servido para nada, solo para incrementar la cuenta de resultados de la cadena hotelera.
Sin embargo, al mes de estar en mi casa, recibí el extracto de mi tarjeta de crédito y había un cargo que reconocía, pero que no estaba, en absoluto, de acuerdo con el importe.
Rent a fish: 503,50 €.
Pensé que se debía a un error y sabía que mi empresa no se haría cargo de ese gasto, porque solo pagaba la habitación y las dietas de manutención.
Sin darle muchas vueltas, llamé al hotel para preguntar el porqué de ese apunte tan desorbitado.
Me tocó hablar con una señora simpática y que escuchó con atención mi reclamación. Luego me dijo que ese era un servicio extraordinario que ofrecía el hotel, que no solo consistía en alquilar el pez en cuestión, sino que, al alquilarlo, aceptaba un juego de flirteo con una señorita de compañía y que solo se me pasaba el cargo a mi cuenta, si ese flirteo iba más allá, como así fue.
Le dije, indignado, que recordaba que firmé el documento de alquiler del pez, pero que, en ningún lado, se hablaba del juego que ella me decía. Mi interlocutora, en tono encantador, me dijo que no había leído la letra pequeña que estaba al final del documento que había firmado. Ella tenía toda la razón; no la había leído.
Cuando colgué el teléfono estaba casi decidido a denunciar al hotel, pero recordé a Carmela y aquella noche espectacular. Sonreí. Me dije que, al fin y a la postre, eran los 503,50 € mejor gastados en muchísimo tiempo y que solo se vivía una vez, así que lo dejé correr.
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13 julio 2018

La fuerza del mar a pocos centímetros


Acabo de sacar esta foto en Los Nidillos en Las Palmas de Gran Canaria y como pueden ver la ola estuvo a punto de bañarme.
I just took this picture in Los Nidillos in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria and as you can see the wave was about to bathe.