The "Melia Visitor #28056: Part III - Yet Another Change" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Early morning of the fourth day of vacation at the Melia Nassau Beach Resort and Carol reaches for the TV remote and turns on the TV to update us on national news.  But, the TV won't work!  Nothing but snow on the screen.  No big deal so we get dressed and head to "The Spot" to meet Jere and Just Sue before heading for breakfast at the "The Market Place" buffet which is located on the lower, or beach level, of the resort.  This resort is primarily All-Inclusive so there are several restaurants that can seat a rather large number of guests since there are nine floors of rooms in the resort.  After breakfast we head to room 214 to get ready for the beach and still find that the TV isn't working.  Now Carol is getting a bit concerned.  The sun is bright and the water calm and we enjoyed a wonderful day on the beach, having lunch once again at "The Market Place."  About 5:00 PM we headed back for showers and a look at the news on TV.  Same result when we turned on the TV.  Carol asks me if I think the men in the next room, who were noisily renovating it with plenty of pounding, might have hit the cable line in the wall and knocked out our cable.  Well, before meeting at "The Spot" with our traveling friends and heading to our evening meal at "The Market Place," we stopped at the main desk and asked if someone could check out the TV in room 214 and find out why it wasn't working.  No problem we were told.  After supper we checked on the TV and had the same results.  Called the main desk and in about 5 minutes we heard a knock at the door.  A rather large man came in, turned on the TV and looked puzzled.  I suggested that the men in the next room hit the cable line with their pounding.  Fellow's face lit up and he said, "Perhaps that's why the rooms directly above you don't have cable also.  He told me to stop at the main desk and tell them I wanted another room.  Headed to the elevator and before long returned to tell Carol we were moving.  "Jeez, you mean we have to pack everything up and move tonight?" she said.  "If you want TV we have to," I told her.  Told her we were moving to room 953 on the 9th floor.  

View from room 953 was remarkable.

Took maybe 15 minutes to open the suitcases and pack all our clothes and other items just in time to open the door for the hotel porter who loaded everything on his cart and ushered us to the 9th floor.  The room was amazing with a panoramic view of the entire beach below us as well as a huge flat-screen TV and new bathroom cabinets.  Took another half-hour to unpack and we were ready to watch the evening news before retiring for the day.  Next morning at breakfast we told our traveling partners of our move to the top floor in time to go to bed.  Invited them to our new room for a look and we agreed to meet them on the beach in a few minutes.  All was well once again.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
  
PS - check out a few more photos from room 953.