My hotel

Well now where did I leave off? Oh yes... I found my hotel.

Down the dark and dirty alley way of Bangkok housed my unpronounceable hotel. The reception desk was outdoor and had a young Thai man working it. When I tried to check it took about 15 minutes for him to find my reservation which I booked through STA travel in NZ, to realize they miss booked me for the following evening. They also booked my flight for the following day, so this was a doozy of a mistake! The guy said they had no rooms and to come tomorrow.

Once again, abandoned. What was I to do??! Well I would love to say I was acting but truth was after all of that travelling, with being tired, scared and alone I was almost brought to tears. My eyes grew red and the fear set in a little stronger. I was panicked, but I was in no mood to sort this out and it was no hour of day for me to do so. A white American girl at 2 am with bags in hand should not be wandering the streets for a hotel! I asked the guy what was I to do and he looked puzzled that I even required help or that I was in a helpless state.

Fast forward to about 3 minutes after the swelling of the eyes, they had a room for me I just had to pay again and wait 10 minutes for them to clean it. I am still concerned with why it only took 10 minutes to clean, but I will get to that later. They had an outdoor area where a few were drinking a beer and I knew that was exactly what I needed.

The out door area was pretty dirty with just some table and chairs. When I looked up, I saw the charm in the place. It had paper lanterns hanging and white wooden fences that ran long the outdoor hallways that were about waist high. It hit me, this is where they filmed the movie the beach- the murder scene. Indeed it was, confirmed later. What a great place to spend the night alone after an intro like that!

The room was tiny, peeling paint and stained sheets. The bathroom, like most all in Thailand, you can sh*t, shower and shave all at the same time.

One night in this place... that's all.