stink!

I'm about ready to crash here in a Yokohama hotel. I've had the window open for a bit, trying to keep the air free of the stale dryness that seems to be common in Japanese business hotels. Just outside is the neighbboring Yokohama Station, which has been under construction for as long as I've been with the company. A bit ago the trains stopped running for the night, at which point some construction began in earnest for the evening. I'm not sure if they struck a sewer pipe or if they are using sulfur as part of the process, but suddenly my open window was not so desirable. It got puke-making stinky in moments; not just "ooh," but "The Power of Christ Compels You" level stinky.

Good fucking hell.