Why the Worst Hotels are the Best

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It was halfway down one of the quieter sois near Khao San Road. A leathery old expat was drinking beer on his own outside. A surly woman was behind the desk.

Do you have any rooms?”

She glared at me and said nothing, but got up slowly, grudgingly, and led me up a gloomy staircase with a collapsing banister, past crates of beer and a broken toilet. The room was next to the communal bathroom. That was obvious enough from the smell. There was a horrid alabaster parrot nailed to the wall and a naive oil of a Japanese garden. The curtains were the colour and material of a Paddy’s Day hat, and too small for the window. The bed was hard, a tap dripped, and the towels were filthy.

That’s fine,” I said, “I’ll take it.”

Two years later and back in Asia, I was woken at four in the morning by what sounded like the guy in the next room wrestling a step ladder. I worked out later that it was the aluminium fob of his key banging against the door as he tried to navigate the lock – never easy when you come in at four in the morning.

It was a no-star hotel in a seedy corner of Shinjuku. The room stank of stale smoke and the air con was broken. The toilet was crammed in so tightly that the flush handle fouled on the sink.  There were leaflets for adult channels in the room, and beer and whisky vending machines in the corridors. The guy on the front desk had obviously had a few.

But it was a roof and a bed.

Back when I was a lawyer, I occasionally stayed in five star hotels, but always felt an intruder. I was uncomfortable with all the synthetic creeping and crawling, and people darting out to perform little services which I would never even have thought of – like lifting my bag over a slight undulation in the carpet. No doubt the arms dealers and hedge funders who routinely stay in such places demand it.

I still stay in business hotels sometimes, if I get a good deal or think I deserve a night of relative luxury. But they can make you feel unwelcome if you are not wearing a suit. I paid hostel prices for a Japanese chain hotel in Kanazawa, but the WiFi did not really work in the room – a perennial problem in business hotels – and I had photos to upload and a post to write and new followers to follow and unfollowers to unfollow back, so I went out in the corridor to work.

But a businessman objected to that and went downstairs to complain. The receptionist came running up and chased me back into my room then bowed so cravenly to the businessman that I thought she would dissolve in a pool of obsequiousness. I lost all my work because of his insecurity. May his spreadsheets corrupt and his meetings drag on and the lapdancers overcharge him.

The staff in hostels are always friendly (except one near Hongik University in Seoul), and the WiFi always works, and you usually meet interesting people. But it soon becomes too much, on a long trip, to share a succession of rooms with a succession of strangers. There is always a good chance that at least one will snore, and if you are unlucky you get two heavy snorers calling to each other across the dorm like big ships in fog. Then there are dorms where someone is always trying to sleep, whatever time of day it is, and you have to creep round and use your torch in the middle of the afternoon. Or where people tumble in at three in the morning, trip over things, flick on the light, and talk as if they are still at the bar.

If I can get a room of my own for around the same money, I will. All I need is a bed and a door which locks and somewhere to dump my backpack.

All things considered, the worst hotels work out best.

© Richard Senior 2015  

6 thoughts on “Why the Worst Hotels are the Best

  1. I agree even as I get older, I still don’t want to pay a lot for a bed. And I detest a lot of service which has always made me uncomfortable and confused about tipping… do I have to or how much questions just boggle my brain.. I like to be independent and look after my own stuff and be, frankly, left alone.

  2. I’ve never understood tipping. I once saw a guide to London aimed at overseas visitors which said it is customary to give a 10-15% tip taxi drivers and hairdressers. I thought oh shit is it – no one ever told me.

  3. I think there is so many hotels around now you can find something fitting your price range and your needs. I have never stayed in dorm in a a hostel, although I did stay in the hostel, as at the slightest snore from someone I would wake up and never got back to sleep. Funny enough – I have stayed on a boat recently, with my husband, and slept quite well considering all the noises around. Strange 🙂

  4. I’ll do almost anything to avoid sharing a room with strangers. If it has to be a hostel, then it has to be a private room in a hostel. If you can’t get any sleep then what’s the point! 🙂

    • I know what you mean. It gets too expensive in rich countries though. Private rooms in hostels can work out more expensive than hotels if you are travelling solo, although they are great for couples

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