Tarantula Hotel
OK, we made it... here we are: in the 3rd world mission field.
My wife, the baby and I stuck out on the highway.
We walk to a 'hotel.'
You drive your car/bike into a garage to hide your car/bike in case the spouse comes snooping while you're committing adulterio.
There's a bed inside.
There's skulls and crossbones on the wall, warning you to turn off your engine or die.
The guy showing us the room squishes a tarantula on the floor, so big that one third of the spider is beneath his shoe; the other 2/3's are squishing out on either side of his shoe.
He picks up the tarantula and throws it in the 'toilet.'
We decided to hitchike to ... anywhere but the Tarantula hotel.