Black threadbare undies
Trip Start Aug 21, 2005
27Trip End Sep 21, 2005
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Not wanting to risk breakfast at the European Restaurant again, we bought our breakfast at 7-11 last night to have on the bus.
The trip itself wasn't all that bad- just very long (about 10 hours). We had a couple of stops along the way. The first break was to get lunch (but the break was only for 15 minutes, which only really left time to grab some greasy muffin type thing that was being sold at the terminal- took at photo of it). The second was to see a guy in a singlet shirt who had an amazing body. It was at some lookout somewhere, which I'm sure is the real reason for the stop, but all I could see was this guys ARMS. ;-)
To anyone going on a long holiday, I strongly advise taking a portable DVD player- mine has been a godsend. All the flights and bus trips have fairly much flown by by watching movies and music clips- and they're a lot less cumbersome than a laptop.
Anyway, got in to New York about 6pm and then caught the Subway to our hotel.
If the last hotel was a bit freaky, THIS hotel was the freak above all freaks. In Carnie terms, the last hotel would have been the bearded lady while THIS hotel would be that guy who drives nails in to his head.
As soon as we walked in and saw the lino floor (which was lifting left, right, and center) the flaking paint, the everything else, we just looked at each other and reassured ourselves that it would only be for one night.
You have no idea how attrocious this place (which we dubbed the Bates Motel) really was. I didn't take any photos so that in time my mind can convince me it wasn't that bad- photos would remind me that actually, yes, it WAS that bad.
Going through the rabbit warren of passages to our room, I poked at a spot of lifting paint- and put my finger through the wall !! Ooops.
When we got to our floor, we passed some old feral fat hairy guy who for some reason was standing in the hallway in front of his door with his head down and was wearing nothing except very old black undies. His thighs looked like a dropped pizza. To anyone about 5 foot tall who might weigh over the 100 kg mark and have a predeliction for standing near-naked in hotel corridors PLEASE DON'T.
We edged past him (he didn't raise his head) and entered our room. Mmmm... Calypso pineapple theme, double bed and a plastic bag in the corner for a garbage bin. O...k...
We lay down for a nap (it's the first place I've ever stayed where we actually sniffed the pillows to make sure the pillow cases were clean) and then went out for dinner. I couldn't help but be concerned about our bags in our room (I was fully expecting to come back to find them stolen) so we didn't stay out all that late.
Got back to the hotel room and Lawrie had a shower. None of the rooms had individual showers, but there were two communal showers near our room. When he came back he warned me of two things: one was that if you turn the water on hard in the shower, the bath starts to fill with brackish water from the drain and two was that the black undies guy was having a very good, very vocal time "enjoying his own company" in the second bathroom so I should use the first bathroom instead.
Locking the door and throwing the dead bolt we went to bed.