Bitchy Hotel Owners
Trip Start
Jul 23, 2010
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Trip End
Aug 15, 2010
Where I stayed
@ Hotel Champagne
When I woke up in the hotel in Vouzier, I actually wasn't doing too fine. I was pretty tired and not really willing to get on my bike just yet. But hey, I did and so we drove off to St. Menehould, followed by Girvy en Argonne, Brabant le Roi and finally after a stop in Ancerville, St. Dizier. The day went by pretty quickly and before I realized it, we had 115 km behind us. This was by the way the only day so far with no rain, so miracles do tend to happen.
We were in search of a camping, but ended up in another hotel. Well, fine by me,but I do prefer campings. Whilst the first two times I still found it interesting to see how a hotel works, I now get tired by all the underlying rules. The things you do on a camping, or anywhere in the wild, are obviously not done in a hotel. Well crap, but I like to walk around barefooted, listen to music all the time and yell whenever I feel the simple need to. Our ancestors did this, beside from the music of course. Why not me?
The hotel in St. Dizier was even a bit worse, because our waitress wasn't too nice. Honestly, she was a bitch, no euphemism needed. I wonder when she is going to get fired, or else yelled at by a customer. Even my grandfather, one of the most sophisticated and polite person I know, said that if he knew the language well, he would make a remark.
Well, she's -luckily- out of my sight now. But -as I do every time we're staying in a hotel- I took something with me. And because I didn't like her, I decided to take the door hanger along. On one side it says ''please make my room'' -haha mom you're going to see that often- and on the
otherside ''do not disturb, I'm watching canal+''. I still don't get that one.
Goodbye to you all and much love!
“The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage.” - Thucydides
We were in search of a camping, but ended up in another hotel. Well, fine by me,but I do prefer campings. Whilst the first two times I still found it interesting to see how a hotel works, I now get tired by all the underlying rules. The things you do on a camping, or anywhere in the wild, are obviously not done in a hotel. Well crap, but I like to walk around barefooted, listen to music all the time and yell whenever I feel the simple need to. Our ancestors did this, beside from the music of course. Why not me?
The hotel in St. Dizier was even a bit worse, because our waitress wasn't too nice. Honestly, she was a bitch, no euphemism needed. I wonder when she is going to get fired, or else yelled at by a customer. Even my grandfather, one of the most sophisticated and polite person I know, said that if he knew the language well, he would make a remark.
Well, she's -luckily- out of my sight now. But -as I do every time we're staying in a hotel- I took something with me. And because I didn't like her, I decided to take the door hanger along. On one side it says ''please make my room'' -haha mom you're going to see that often- and on the
otherside ''do not disturb, I'm watching canal+''. I still don't get that one.
Goodbye to you all and much love!
“The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage.” - Thucydides

