Fences

When the guesthouse said they locked their gates at midnight, they weren’t kidding.

The problem was the security guard who assured me he would always be on the inside to let me in, wasn’t.

So, what’s a girl with a raging head cold and a desire to be asleep to do, when faced with at 12 foot tall iron fence?

Climb it.

After I got over the concern that I would be shot if caught climbing it, I was good to go --even the spikes along the top presented very little problem.

Once safely on the other side, I ran into the guard, who was very apologetic, so much for my concern of getting in trouble.

He showed me how to get around the gate if I was ever locked out again.

So much for security.