because now is different, although in theory there is still a technical stop at Lerma ...
But no, not the same.
Goodbye, goodbye, the gloomy hotel Alisa, who after more than two hours away by bus (along with the air conditioning to stop letting one ice cube, either by heating the heavens leaving morbid one the verge of vomiting), welcomed us with its gloomy waiters and stale bread sandwiches. In my case, almost always when it was dark.
At the Castilian stone vagabond princess named antediluvian could not find a smile, perhaps a gesture of kindness among its employees. Anyway, probably the team's hotel waiter was pretty damn to face a horde of confused travelers in search of the chorizo \u200b\u200band brown shriveled stomach pump type offered.
Goodbye, goodbye, for the procession of zombies travelers who stayed in the vicinity with their own snacks wrapped in silver foil, and wandered along the banks of Alisa and afraid to come in and ask for nothing, although it might be that place them sick to his stomach, and therefore preferred to suffer the cold inclement meseteño.
A friend to me and said, "Lerma technical stop is like the beginning of a horror movie, the prologue before the appearance of a psychotic chainsaw in hand and give matarile at all, or rather, seeing the masses of people and gesture torpezuela lost their sandwiches, each in a direction, something undead. "
Yes ... Yes it was for something dark.
But not anymore, because now the technical stop in Lerma, before reaching the capital of the Kingdom (unless you catch the VIP), leaves you in a hiperlimpio, hiperordenado hiperdespejado and chic modern spacious roof endless supply store several (Barbies included) de luxe style station, and a cafeteria neat string of cheap hotel, with its crunchy snacks and wallpaper stacked according to their fill, and even meat and vegetable dishes for diners more demanding.
And if my senses did not betray me, I believed to see threats of serene smile on the faces of uniformed waiters in red and black.
Bye, bye, then, Alisa and its petulant people, to their dire sausages and their greasy sobaos gift, to his bewildered zombies, with its cafes poisonous to Paleolithic images of the area in black and white (with possibility of being purchased) more than the blues and interest, which caused one to give him want to run away toward a beach with palm trees ...
Now the Alisa hotel, abandoned by all travelers rested autubuses there is more bloody than ever, so the chances of creating a horror story inspired by the place becomes more relevant: what about a clueless driver leaving his passenger, rather than modern stop in the old stop, where employees are now living in an abandoned hotel ghosts that come to life to exact revenge on those who stopped eating there and caused the closure of place? Hmmm ...
Maybe someday write something about the hotel ... The damned hotel Alisa Alisa.
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