My greatest travel story ever has to be from Buenos Aires, two and a half years ago. It was H's birthday, but as we were getting up really early the next day to head to Uruguay, we had a fairly early night and didn't drink too much. The next thing I remember, I'm having a weird dream about walking naked
in the hallway. I really, really have to pee and it's really bright. I
start walking down the hall outside our room until I see a guy in
uniform (hotel employee) down the hall and I stop and walk back. It is
then that I realize that this is not a dream. I am actually walking down the hall in Buenos Aires naked. As I start to wake up, and the horror of the reality sets in, I start
banging on our door to be let in. H is sleeping soundly and I'm
vaguely aware that the guy is asking me if I need some help and I tell
him this is my room. He didn't come very close, but I'm sure he saw
plenty. Finally I hear our room phone ringing and H saying that yes, there is
someone knocking on the door and he will go answer it, but his first reaction was apparently, "Yes, there is someone knocking on the door, could you make them go away please?" I get back in bed and we go back to sleep, I pray that
this is just a dream and I will laugh about it in the morning. Next day
arrives, and nope, it was no dream. As far as I can explain, I must have been sleep walking, which I have
never done in my life, and must have gotten up to go to the bathroom
and opened the wrong door. What boggles me is how I did this asleep, as
the door was heavy and probably deadbolted from inside. I was grateful
that we were checking out that day and no one was giggling at me in the
lobby, but I'm sure the story got around. It has to be the most random
thing that has ever happened to me and every time we think
about it, we crack up laughing. H said to me, "You realize that's
most people's worst nightmare, right?" Fortunately it was the middle of the night, as a few hours later an entire tour group was getting up to check out and the hallway would have been crowded with people.
As I said, I'd never to my knowledge sleep walked before and I never did it again. Until Portrush. After we left the pub that night, I remember getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. This time, I had the presence of mind to put on my fleece, but, uh, nothing else. Though our bedroom had an en-suite bathroom and I was unable to unlock the door even wide awake, I remember going out of the room and down the stairs. Somehow, I found a bathroom not attached to a bedroom, and went back to bed. The next morning, I told H that I was fairly certain that I had sleep walked again. He thought it was just a dream, due to my recollection of the events and the fact that I opened the door and re-locked it. As we went down to breakfast, I noticed a hallway with several doors separating it from the main part of the house, a hallway we had never been in. I told him, "I bet you that there is a bathroom in that hallway, separate from a bedroom." Guess what? There was. Fortunately, this time no one was a witness and no one at breakfast looked at me in sheer horror or threw me out. But again, we were fortunately about to check out, and I hightailed it out of there before anyone asked any questions.
Maybe I should start packing pajamas?
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