The Jacket

I've signed up for a tandem paraglide tomorrow.  The dude isn't positive he can do it (he's positive he can take me for a glide; he's positive he can get someone to drop me off at take-off -- he just needs someone to meet us at the bottom and take me home).

The problem -- you're supposed to wear sunglasses.  Mine are at the bottom of the ocean.

The other problem -- you're supposed to wear a jacket (it's cold and windy up there).  My jacket fell in the ocean.  It then spent a couple hours in a plastic bag in the back of the van, and a couple of useless hours on my balcony.

Asked the nice lady at the front desk if they had a clothes dryer I could use.  The laundry here isn't for guest use, and she's not authorized to ok it.  I'd have to ask tomorrow morning.  Desk opens at 7:30; paraglide guy picks me up at 9:20.  Do-able, but tight.  And we're still not sure tomorrow's manager will say yes. 

I asked where a laundromat is.  She showed me on the map.  It was looking good until her arrow went WAY down the road.  I said, "that's far."  She said "It's only a five minute drive."  I pointed out my carlessness.  She agreed the laundromat was out.

OK, where can I buy a cheap jacket?  Negative there, too.  She knows some places, but none will be open after 9 tonight (which this is) or before 9 tomorrow.

I'm screwed.  I go back to my hotel room, and back out on the balcony.  Jacket isn't dry at all.  Looks like no progress.

I think of bringing it inside and attacking it with a hairdryer.  There's a roll of paper towels here, so I try to wipe a bunch of the muddy sand off the jacket -- as I don't want it all over the otherwise pristine hotel room.

I wipe, and I wipe, and I wipe....

... and I come back in for more paper towels, and then it hits me.

My room has a fireplace.  Score.