Ever since he got the train ticket on discount he had been dreaming about the place, except as soon as he arrived he found out exactly why it was on discount. His demands were simple, really: he wanted to see the beach, the gardens, the tigers! It was going to be worth staying in a muggle hostel, too. That was the plan, anyway.
Instead it had been raining for a week straight and it was so bad in the little corner of the city he'd ended up in that he'd been shut inside the entire time, except once when he attempted to venture out for something to eat and learned very quickly that it was in his better interests to just not.
Sitting by the window in the common area, Ikemba groaned. He was practically the only person there, and he didn't want to give up on the country just yet but what was he to do exactly? Nevermind the fact that the trains weren't running anywhere else that was going to be out of monsoon range, anyway.
"This is it," he muttered to himself, loud enough for anyone to hear if there even was anyone to hear. Probably the owners had even abandoned the place by now.
"I'm trapped here. It's never gonna stop bloody rainin'."