Soma Blues (1998)
“A stewardess even found him a razor, but no shaving cream. He made do with a tiny bar of soap. There was nothing he could do about George’s old gardening togs, however. They would look out of place anywhere but in George’s garden. He resolved to change them at the first opportunity.
The plane landed at Ibiza at just past 1 p.m. Standard Hippie Time: a little too late for what he had planned. He wanted to get to the party for the hotel opening, but he had no invitation. Something told him this w...as one gate he wouldn’t be able to crash. His only hope was Big Bertha, who he knew had an invitation—and a habit of being late for everything.
A taxi took him from the airport into Ibiza City, snarled its way through the dense summer traffic, negotiated the turns up into the Dalt Villa, and finally left him off a block below Bertha’s flat. Hob hurried to her door and slammed the big iron knocker. No answer. He slammed the knocker a few times more, and, still getting no response, walked out into the street and shouted up to her open windows.MoreLess
The plane landed at Ibiza at just past 1 p.m. Standard Hippie Time: a little too late for what he had planned. He wanted to get to the party for the hotel opening, but he had no invitation. Something told him this w...as one gate he wouldn’t be able to crash. His only hope was Big Bertha, who he knew had an invitation—and a habit of being late for everything.
A taxi took him from the airport into Ibiza City, snarled its way through the dense summer traffic, negotiated the turns up into the Dalt Villa, and finally left him off a block below Bertha’s flat. Hob hurried to her door and slammed the big iron knocker. No answer. He slammed the knocker a few times more, and, still getting no response, walked out into the street and shouted up to her open windows.MoreLess
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