Day 9: The odd hotel room
Last night as I laid down in bed, exhausted still from the long bus ride and head muddy from the altitude, I noticed all the really strange things about my hostel room. I think it was the surreal novel "Catch 22", which I am reading currently, that attuned my brain to the oddity of my surroundings. So I decided to describe the room in my journal.
"I'm sitting in bed, in one of the oddest rooms I have ever had the pleasure(?) of staying in. The room has three real walls, which means the fourth wall is indeed not real. It's made of thin plywood and it stops 1 foot from the ceiling. It partitions myself and my room from the hallway, meaning I get to hear anything and everything "outside" as if it was in here. To my left is a chest of drawers sunken into one of the three real walls, as if the wall was slowly digesting it. The walls themselves are a pale yellow color, which looks even more pale under the dim single light I have, although the entire situation is helped by the happy goldenrod color that someone decided to hapazhardly splash about on some parts of the walls. On the wall behind me is a rather large window you cannot open, probably because it opens up into the next room and doing so would annoy those particular neighbors. Rooms with no windows tend to be pretty depressing, so at least I do have a window to a certain extent. The door to my room is also made of plywood, and I assume since it is on the fake wall the builders were interested in maintaining the plywood motif. The lock is a slim side bolt that looks about as sturdy as Calista Flockheart. The aformentioned sole light glows a very dim florescent white, which combines with the walls to make me feel like I am in a morgue or Agent Scully's forensic lab.
Last, but not least, are the two spiders which are keeping me company."
Moral of the story, $3 per night rooms are probably not going to be too luxurious. But damn am I saving money!
