Seven years ago, I experienced what was the worst weekend trip of my life, it is something I will never forget, because that trip since it began was a real disaster, I worked in the Credit Management and traveled around the country, representing the institute on issues related to mortgage loans.

They had decided that the administration management would coordinate everything related to the trips we made, since, according to them, the amounts we handled were bleeding the institute dry, so they assigned a staff for everything related to logistics.

So, I had to go to represent the Institute to Zaraza, a town in the state of Guárico, as the per diem manual stated, I had to arrive at the nearest airport and then go by land to the destination of the commission, so I arrived at the airport in Barcelona, which is about three hours or more from the place, it was always a two-day trip, because of the distance, plus the flight schedule would also have prevented us from returning the same day.

Now, what were the specific disasters of this trip, first the cab drivers in charge of my transfer bounced me like a ball, one said he was injured, then another one left the airport with me and when I arrived at a nearby gas pump, he told me that another colleague would pick me up because he could not make the transfer, Already there I was furious for the lack of seriousness, but that was the tip of the iceberg, the road to Zaraza is very deteriorated, but that was something I already knew and the coming and going was something tolerable, because the driver who finally decided to take me, was very kind and polite, also in the town we were invited to a delicious lunch.

However, there was something that worried me, I still did not know in which hotel I would spend the night and I could not communicate with the young woman in charge of all the paperwork, I always organized myself in such a way that I could stay in a good hotel mainly for safety as I was a woman and traveling alone, besides being Barcelona an area with beaches, I looked for first trips on Fridays to return on Saturdays and second hotels with swimming pool or close to the beach and I would take a dip, But this time it was a scare what I received, because when I finally managed to locate the young woman and pointed out the name of the hotel and when I gave it to the driver, to take me the expression on his face worried me.

It turned out that the hotel where I had made my reservation had turned into a dive, where some foreign contractors working in the area were bringing prostitutes, not to mention that in the square in front of the hotel there were any number of bad guys, I did not know what to do, because I did not have a penny to pay for my own a different hotel.

When I arrived at the hotel the reservation was nowhere to be found, in the end the receptionist decided to call the headquarters of another state and the reservation had been made for that city, they had to solve so that I could stay and after two hours or more, I finally went up to the room.

While I was in the lobby, I noticed that men of other nationalities were looking at me with greedy eyes and I remembered that there were prostitutes there, I did not know where to put myself, I felt a little embarrassed, maybe they thought I was a sex worker, looking for clients, in fact, one came too close to me from behind when I was at the reception I had to turn to look at him with an angry face to get him to move away.

When I went up to the room on the 12th floor, when the elevator opened I felt like I was in the middle of a horror movie scene, because the lights went on and off, there was a terrible silence, loneliness and also the water ran down the corridors that were very long, I thought that at any moment some psychopath would come out of a room and I would not be heard from again.

Already in the room I closed with a thousand keys, but I was not alone, because in the room there were mice and the smell of dampness was horrible, I called my boss for not which time and she who was very upset, for everything that was happening insisted to go down and ask for a change of room, I took courage and ran back to the elevator, I took courage and ran back to the elevator, but it was not working, because suddenly the electrical service in the hotel failed and the water was running down the emergency stairs like a waterfall, besides a group of men were coming up with women of the bad life, so I quickly returned to the room, where I slept practically sitting down.

The next day I had to go downstairs and I took the opportunity to make a photographic record and write a letter complaining about everything that happened, those photographs are the ones I share here and that were still in my email.

Finally, this weekend was terrible, what I thought could be a weekend like others, in which I was giving myself a pleasure, after work it became a real weekend disaster that I can't easily forget, this is the end of my publication, which is my participation in the Weekend-Engagement concept week 121, I say goodbye hoping you can share with me your comments after reading my experience of this disastrous and traumatic weekend.