Her hotel... or so she thought

She gets into the front passenger seat of a cab as easily as any foreign tourist would in a place where their money was so incredibly valued. Ignoring the smell of incense in the car, she was well on her way towards her hotel after it left the confines of the airport. She silently stared outside the closed window at the jungle trees and the beautiful picturesque views, seated with her legs crossed and her hand under her chin. She wished away the thoughts about home and the things she had come here to forget, focusing on any interesting sights she could see from the journey. Little did she realize that the local driver was watching her from his peripherals, eyeing her figure and ample boobs beneath her top. After a few minutes, she started to feel strange. The smell of incense was now gone, but she could detect it inside her nostrils with every breath she took, as if it was stuffed inside it. Wrinkling her nose, she could not clear it out, and the longer she breathed, the more relaxed shes started to feel. After about a bit more time, she was shaking her head to clear a sudden fog that invaded her mind. She started to feel a little hot.

"Excuse me...." She tapped the driver on the shoulder, "Can we get to a gas station or a public restroom? I need to freshen up..."

The driver complied with a nod and took her to a lonely rest stop in the middle of the jungle, a place where they were just about to pass by. She got out to enter the women's section, a single cubicle with a single door, and ran fresh, cooling water over her face, hoping that she was not about to catch something just when she was about to start her holiday.