After a nice, long sleep (and noticing that I woke up a bit later each morning – I was almost adapted to the timezone now – in bed by 9, up by 6. Just in time to go home and become jetlagged once again), we repeated the regular morning routine of making coffee, getting on the computer to check things at home, and hanging around waiting for the hotel cafe to open for breakfast. Finally it was late (early?) enough to have breakfast.
We wend downstairs, and walked in. Before being seated, we had to give the hostess our room number. Flush with the success of the last two days, I confidently walked up and said “shi se ling san” (fourten-zero-three).
She started at be blankly.
I composed myself, tried to make sure I concentrated on the tones, and repeated “shi se ling san”.
She started at me blankly, and asked to me to repeat it again.
Deflated, I said “one four zero three”, and she led us to our table