To make a long story short, I tried about eight hotels, and got turned away from seven. The town was apparently packed with travelers. Cold, sleepy, and almost out of cash, I resignedly entered the Holiday Inn Nagasaki. The room turned out to be about $80, which was much better than I was expecting.I could tell the place was probably really popular about 30 years ago. The decor suggested fine furnishings from the early 80s. The nightstand had a stack of phone books, and at the very bottom was an early-80s copy of the Yellow Pages. I think it was kind of a promotion--an attempt by the company to get the idea to catch on in Japan. It was weird seeing the international calling rates, as well as the world map and list of embassy information. I always get a kick out of seeing maps with things like the Soviet Union and the SFRY.
Anyway, I slept just fine, woke up the next day and got back to Tsushima without incident. Intent on getting my license, I had (illegally) driven my car to the airport, so I was able to drive back free and clear. I got back to my apartment thoroughly exhausted.
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