Our many homes away from home...
I just wanted to do a little blog about the accommodation that we are staying in, before arriving here I was imagining backpackers with bunks and communal tables where you met other travelers and little gardens where you hang to read books. Sadly not so.
Mainly the accommodation here is hotel style and they are stuck in a 70's time warp they are usually pretty bare with a bed, table and chair, painted white but inevitably more brown from years of wear with some rather strange stains at times, one room we stayed in had two great big hand prints on the ceiling.
The smell if not of mould due to the weather conditions here rainy and hot is of moth balls, for some strange reasons Indians put moth balls in all their drains a mystery we are yet to figure out.
Next you look at the bed, usually thread bare, in one room we could feel that slates of the bed through the mattress. The pillows are rock hard, if you were to have a pillow fight with these suckers there would be causalities. Double beds are a rarity in India and most doubles are just two singles pushed together with single sheets on each side, Greg and I have a running joke about being one of us being on crack if we want to cuddle.
Next we open the curtains always closed to discover our delightful view of a brick wall, garbage pit, over pass or train tracks.
Mainly the accommodation here is hotel style and they are stuck in a 70's time warp they are usually pretty bare with a bed, table and chair, painted white but inevitably more brown from years of wear with some rather strange stains at times, one room we stayed in had two great big hand prints on the ceiling.
The smell if not of mould due to the weather conditions here rainy and hot is of moth balls, for some strange reasons Indians put moth balls in all their drains a mystery we are yet to figure out.
Next you look at the bed, usually thread bare, in one room we could feel that slates of the bed through the mattress. The pillows are rock hard, if you were to have a pillow fight with these suckers there would be causalities. Double beds are a rarity in India and most doubles are just two singles pushed together with single sheets on each side, Greg and I have a running joke about being one of us being on crack if we want to cuddle.
Next we open the curtains always closed to discover our delightful view of a brick wall, garbage pit, over pass or train tracks.
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