I’ll let you in on a secret…
On my first day with Miho in London, we woke up bright and early and had breakfast in the dingy, smells-of-mold “dining room” of our “hotel.” I write that with quotes because the terms, “dining room,” and “hotel,” only sort of apply. That is, if you’re using the most basic definitions of “a place where you eat,” and ” a place where you pay money to sleep.”
I was afraid to walk on the floor of our hotel room barefoot because most of the floorboards had separated and there was a rather large amount of mildew, dust, and trashy bits collected in the grooves. It was better than the bathroom, I suppose, where the tub had actually ran away from the wall and there was a gaping black chasm that seemed like it would be the perfect hideout for a family of spiders, cockroaches, or something else just as scary. It was warm, though, I’ll give it that. Warm and moldy, yay. (^o^)
The dining room was actually an open area next to the reception desk with a few long cafeteria tables set up, and only half of the lights on at any time. It was a very dark and strange affair. I guess you can’t expect £60/night to get you very much in London? It was warm, at least. I know that I’m repeating myself, but it was very nice to be warm since it was very near freezing outside.
This is all from the perception of a girl who grew up in the desert, though. Anything lower than 16C or 60F makes me run for my down coat.
Oh, right.. I haven’t gotten to the secret yet! Sorry, I was rambling for a bit there..
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