Friday, March 26, 2010

Small Hotel Room



Here I'm standing on the bed and leaning against the window being unhelpful as Bob looks at a map and tries to figure out the plan. At this point I'd learned enough about the controls to make shower pod and toilet pod lighting green.

Before I do my post about our tiny hotel room I need to add something that I meant to put in yesterday's post.

Yesterday when co-worker returned from the coffee shop he told me that the barista had randomly asked him if he liked Ratt. "You know, the heavy metal band."

Co-worker indicated that he did not and the barista expressed great enthusiasm for this band.

I've been to this coffee shop a number of times and I possibly could have given birth to this barista yet I am impressed at his wide-ranging knowledge of 80's music.

"I have Ratt's greatest hits," I told co-worker. "I can loan it to you."

"That won't be necessary," he said, all grumpy and ungrateful.

"And you know what?" I added. "Last night my pajama shirt was my Ratt New Year's Eve concert t-shirt from 1985."

He didn't even have a response for that.



This is the hotel closet meaning just a rack with two hangers.



This is the toilet pod. You pull those two "doors" around until they meet in the middle and hope your knees don't bump. Nothing private in here. You can kinda see the sink at the right.



Here I'm standing with my back against the door. You can see the TV above the bed and the tiny shelf on the left wall. The shower was pretty cool. The toilet "doors" are frosted but not the shower. That round thing up in the center is the showerhead. There's also a handheld sprayer. They provide two kinds of soap: daytime and nighttime. I preferred day. Bob used a blend.

I stupidly didn't get any photos of the downstairs area with the bar and couches and work areas.

One night I sat downstairs and had a beer and wrote in my travel notebook which I did an overall crap job of keeping up with. There was another man working and he asked to use my pen.

When he returned it he commented on how old fashioned it was to be using a pen and paper.

ARGH! We live in a world where pen and paper is considered old fashioned.