Zurich: The Trip that gave me Covid Part III

Hi there, long time no see. Life has been a bit awkward, so let’s jump right in.

I spent the rest of the day with pizza, wine, and my own company, enjoying the likes of Seeley Booth and Dr. Temperance Brennan. I was unshowered, a little unhappy, and perfectly content to do absolutely nothing.

Then the chaos began.

I heard commotion outside my hotel room — people laughing, doors slamming — and then it happened: music blaring through the lobby speakers. I prayed silently that it wouldn’t last all night. My prayers went unanswered.

The party raged on: 10 pm, 11 pm, midnight, 1 am. I had even put a stool in front of my door to keep strangers from mistaking my room for the restroom. And sure enough… someone did. I nearly lost it. I do not handle sleeplessness well.

Frustrated, I tried contacting hotel staff. I wrote to Booking.com and the hotel itself. I was furious — I felt my inner Black Karen taking over. At some point, I even broke a wine glass accidentally. Of course, I mentioned it to the hotel, asking them to subtract it from my reimbursement. They said no.

Finally, the party ended around 1 am. I managed four hours of sleep before heading to the Flixbus station. Exhausted but oddly relieved, I slept most of the ride home.

And then, the plot twist: Tuesday morning hit me with a heavy chest and exhaustion.

I had Covid.

• The END.
• Next up is going to be my trip to Lake Thun in Switzerland