Mari then struck upon the idea of getting to tonight's hotel room, switching into our swimwear, and avoiding the worst of the heat of the day at a national swimming center on the outskirts of town. This worked fantastically - we emerged well-refreshed in the evening - until we fell victim to the damage wrought by the recent typhoon - the return train we were counting on was one of those canceled due to damage somewhere in the system. They're running on limited trains per day it seems. A small price to pay for such a fine day.
In times like these it is difficult not to write satire
—Juvenal