Hotel Rooms Part II

When I started to write yesterday's blog post, I had a clear idea of where I wanted to go with it. It never happened that way. So today, I'll tell you what I wanted to tell you yesterday.

Remember I said one of the good things about this hotel, is that the rooms are clean? If when reading that you realised the implication there is that there are more bad things, you win a prize. One of the bad things is that the walls are paper thin.

Tuesday morning I was woken up at 5 am by my neighbour having an arguement over his mobile phone in a foreign language. He had the mobile phone on loud speaker, so I got to hear the response in foreign too. Bearing in mind, I'm not my sharpest first thing in the morning and to my mind, 5 am is still the middle of the night, I had problems deciding which foreign tongue he was having the argument in. At first I thought it was German. The Manbabe is German, and the intonation and inflection was similar. I then realised I couldn't make out individual words, I decided it must be a Slavic language. He wrapped up his argument at about 6 am. Personally, I think picking a fight with someone over the phone at that time of the morning is mean. It was pointed out to me that there might be some time difference going on, which made sense. I rolled over and went back to sleep for another hour and a half, no harm done.

Wednesday evening, my brain is full. I go to bed early. I'm lying there, doing my relaxation exercises, focussing on all of the information I'd gathered that day, which my poor over-worked unconscious was going to have to process, when all I could hear was a woman moaning. Not the whinging about the the bloke not putting the toilet seat down. Moaning, as in getting the best sex she'd ever got (I assume). Moaning for a whole hour. I was timing her. It got to the stage when I wanted to bang on the door and ask if they needed some water, more lube or oxygen. Let me tell you, it's depressing listening to someone have sex, when you sleep on your own.

This morning, at 7 o'clock, half an hour before my alarm went off, my neighbour did. Again. On the phone berating and swearing at the poor bastard on the other end of his phone. I pity that guy, I really do. In the end, I decided he was Dutch. There were a couple of times when it sounded like he was talking a very slurred version of German. At least he left it to then. It gave me enough time to decide what I wanted to do today.

I never thought staying in a hotel room by myself could be so entertaining. Hey, it's entertaining you, isn't it. Nod and smile.