Anyway, after a good half hour of fighting and haggling, she finally gave in, although she called me a liar in the process. Now that it was past seven, I frantically had to search for a new hotel. Most were fully booked though, and I ended up at the same hotel I spent the night in before, this time in a cheaper room. Well, the tap smells rusty, there’s no hot water, and a cockroach crawled up my leg before I jumped around like a little girl squealing and lustily stomped it to death with a barbaric wail. Now I find that there are ants in this room too. I’m sleeping with the lights on and lots of clothes to hopefully act as barriers and figuring out what to do for tomorrow night. But what if there are ants IN my bag too? Ugh.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
A Bug-hating Wimp
Today has been a very lousy housing day. It started in the morning when I swapped hotels to save a few bucks a night. It was raining pretty good, and I had to lug my backpack about half a kilometer and then up five flights of stairs to get into my cheap 3-bed dorm room. I left my bag on the bed and went out sightseeing. When I got back around 6 in the evening, I found a bunch of small ant-like insects crawling on my bag. Of course, the people at the hotel (Hotel Hop Yen in Hoi An – do stay away!) insisted that they were coming from my bag and offered to kindly let me out of my room if I paid two dollars for the half day. Where she came up with this number, I’m not sure. It was not an idle demand however, as she still had my passport. For some reason, the hotels here all request to keep your passport at the front desk in order to “register your stay.” Some have given it back to me, others have remained insistent.
Anyway, after a good half hour of fighting and haggling, she finally gave in, although she called me a liar in the process. Now that it was past seven, I frantically had to search for a new hotel. Most were fully booked though, and I ended up at the same hotel I spent the night in before, this time in a cheaper room. Well, the tap smells rusty, there’s no hot water, and a cockroach crawled up my leg before I jumped around like a little girl squealing and lustily stomped it to death with a barbaric wail. Now I find that there are ants in this room too. I’m sleeping with the lights on and lots of clothes to hopefully act as barriers and figuring out what to do for tomorrow night. But what if there are ants IN my bag too? Ugh.
Anyway, after a good half hour of fighting and haggling, she finally gave in, although she called me a liar in the process. Now that it was past seven, I frantically had to search for a new hotel. Most were fully booked though, and I ended up at the same hotel I spent the night in before, this time in a cheaper room. Well, the tap smells rusty, there’s no hot water, and a cockroach crawled up my leg before I jumped around like a little girl squealing and lustily stomped it to death with a barbaric wail. Now I find that there are ants in this room too. I’m sleeping with the lights on and lots of clothes to hopefully act as barriers and figuring out what to do for tomorrow night. But what if there are ants IN my bag too? Ugh.
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3 comments:
Hmmm ... the fishy passport policy sounds eerily familiar. I think there was a cautionary tale about that in Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love, except in Indonesia ... I think.
Once you get somewhere clean, I would check the bag, too, and shake everything out, if possible. Ants can get into very small crevices.
Hope you have better luck tomorrow!
Today has been much better Alice, thanks!! :) I don't think the ants got into my bag - there's nothing in there for them, and I haven't been itchy at all after putting on my clothes. I think I'm safe. I hope! Keep your fingers crossed!
it's karma coming back to haunt you for that hotel up in taishan where spiders crawled onto my face in the middle of the night coz you wanted to "save a few bucks"
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