Indiana Jones and the Mirabilia Faba

Part-time Vacation

The next day, Dr. Jones was lying out in a lawn chair in his shorts and shades, sipping on a pina colada. If anyone were to ask him, he was "getting the lay of the land," not relaxing. After all, getting familiar with your environment is the first step to any serious quest, right?

After he was done chillin', he headed back to his motel room to freshen up. When he had first found out that he was going to be on assignment in Hawaii, he was eager to see what kind of accommodations he would get. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. The government-paid motel room was definitely nothing to be excited about. The motel itself was dingy and run-down. The neon sign, which originally read "Luau Motel Suites," had burned out long ago, and the only remaining lights spelled out "Mo Sits."

The room itself was even worse. The little bit of wallpaper left was peeling, and the threadbare carpet had liquor stains all over. Indy walked into the bathroom and tried the shower. To his surprise, a stream of water came out. "At least they have running water," he muttered. He stripped down and stepped in. As he rinsed off the sand from his day on the beach, the water was warm and refreshing. Well, for the first thirty seconds, that is. Almost immediately, it became ice cold.

When he was done freshening up, he walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge. "So much for a vacation," he said to himself.