So the only thing I asked McCoy to do was pick out a time machine...what did he show up with? A crappy American car made by a company whose owner had to smuggle illicit drugs to try and save it. The GD thing has WINGS McCoy. GOOD CALL! Also, it's 88MPH you jerk. The one thing I asked him to do was watch the effin movie. So we spent a few days in the hospital after we, excuse me McCoy, flipped the Delorean as we drove off the road because apparently we only needed to reach 85MPH...why not just read the instruction manual? The ONE thing I asked McCoy to do.
Anyway, we reached Transylvania a few hours ago and immediately looked for a place to stay (not sure why McCoy assumed they wouldn't have hotels in 15th century Transylvania...I am not sleeping in that damn car). We pushed the Delorean behind a billboard and covered it with some sticks and grass (that should be enough to hide it right?) and walked along the streets of the city trying to find a place to stay. We came across a cozy little place called whatever "hotel" is in Transylvanian. McCoy inquired about vacancies, their neon sign must have been out. I told him to ask about continental breakfast and internet capabilities; he found that amusing for some reason. He's so weird. Whatever; he got us a room...oh did I mention he speaks fluent Transylvanian? The room doesn't seem to have wireless and all the coffee shops are closed (not a single Starbucks...good for them!) so I'm writing from the Delorean; good thing I packed my car-cigarette-lighter-jack.
I'm gonna hit the hay, or "hit the hay" as they say here, only in their language. Tomorrow it's off to search for the castle.
PS McCoy is working on pictures...right McCoy?
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