As I made my way through what might be confused as a lobby at some hour of the day, but not currently. The space was combination of a bedroom with people sleeping on the floor, a chair and a cot, a parking garage for 6 motor bikes, a row of 5 tables and yes a reception desk with someone sleeping behind it. I made my way out the door and found a place for breakfast at the end of the street, not much open at 5 in the morning.
I had a great bowl of chicken noodle soup and an iced coffee before running back in the dark to the hotel for my 5:30 apt, or so I hoped. As I walked in the door a man said simply “boat, boat you boat” and without another word I was on the back of a bike dodging dogs and chickens presumably on our way to the boat boat!