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After being dumped unceremoniously at the train station at 2:30 am over a hour late, we caught a cab the 8kms into town to our motel. This scene was surreal I'll do my best to describe - Our Indian as in Asian cab driver braked at the entrance to the motel, it was one of those ones where you park outside the door of your room and there's a reception at the front. I didn't know why he braked but quickly saw it through his eyes. Parked in the foyer was a black pickup with what can only be described as a good ole boy standing out front of the reception, black Jeans, gold buckle rodeo style black belt, black tee and of course a black cowboy hat - his nickname definitely included the word bad somewhere in it "Bad Dresser" is my best guess. Also in the scene are two black guys sitting in the chairs in front of the motel drunk, one massive drunk 1st Nation guy stumbling by (its rude to call them Injuns - referring to him as "Chief" probably would've got me more than a dirty look). The next thing I noticed was that inside the reception was a 50yr old man frantically rushing around in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, and he wasn't in the best shape of his life either. Our cab driver just confirmed once or 3 times if we were sure this was our motel...Good on him for sticking around. But as it turns out most of it was innocent enough. Bad Bob just wanted a room for the night and when one wasn't available he made like a banana and split. The 3 drunks left amicably enough. The motel owner wearing the boxers had been pulled out of bed as the guy who should've been at reception was tending to another guest in their room (nothing surreptitious). We got our room and slept like logs.