I was all set to write a post about dealing with irritating guests when the main target of my ponderings up and had a heart attack. That's right, a heart attack.

This guy stayed with us for about five days. He was slightly older but spent a good deal of time at the gym and doing an 11k run on Sunday. Then Monday he's complaining of a pinched nerve in his shoulder. We tried to get in touch with an American chiropractor we know here. I finally found a private clinic outside the center that had English speaking doctors and called him a taxi, happy to have him out of our hair. Then we get a call a few hours later informing us that our guest won't be returning; he's spending the night in the hospital. I asked what happened, and they told me (violating any american sense of doctor patient confidentialty) that he'd had a heart attack. Fantastic. At least he was polite/coherent enough to cancel his reservation!

Oh, but no. In true form, he showed back up around 1am demanding Gil order him food, which is impossible at that hour. He settled for honey roasted peanuts and coffee, a cardiologist's dream diet no? After three hours of sleep, he took off to the airport. Very strange indeed.