I’ll admit, Jolian and I have discussed how nice it would be to have a seat in the shower. Some sort of tiled bench to make it feel like a steam room, allowing me to really relax and shower sitting down because sometimes I’m just that lazy. For the record, the picture above is not what I’m talking about.
I studied abroad in the south of France ten years ago. On one of our first weekend trips we traveled to Barcelona and checked in at the hostel, Kabul. Upon entering our room of bare mattress bunk beds, we realized we had interrupted some, um, intimacy happening in the room. That combined with a shower down the hall that consisted of a hole in the ceiling and encountering the oddest group of backpackers who took us to some sort of rave that didn’t start until 2am, I quickly realized I’m a hotel only kinda gal. I didn’t have any money at the time, but I knew Kabul was not my style. My brother-in-law always marvels at how my sister and I could grow up in a relatively humble, middle class household and develop such fancy taste. I don’t know, Dave, we just did. Needless to say, my friends and I made a hotel only rule after our memorable stay at Kabul.
As Jolian and I were planning this 5 week trip to Southeast Asia, I forgot the rule I had made so many years ago. You see I married a serious backpacker. He stayed in said Kabul hostel as well and loved it. LOVED it. He owns 2 backpacks (which we are currently using), camping gear, money belts, and some sort of wire cage contraption that he locks my computer in every time we leave the room. He is a professional backpacker. For a short time, the thought of us backpacking around Asia seemed romantic. I tell you what, there’s nothing romantic about sitting on a toliet as water droplets fall on your head and your feet are submerged in an inch of soapy water that hasn’t drained. Nothing. As my landlord so wisely questioned Jolian when he told her of our plans, “Backpacking, really? Isn’t Leslie more into comfort?” Yes, Angela, I am. You know me better than I know myself. So, as I was sad to say goodbye to a city I really loved, I was not so sad to say goodbye to the closet sized hostel room with a toilet/shower combo. I have reinstated my hotel only rule and told Jolian it’s time to retire the wire cage.
I’m happy to report I’m typing this from the comfort of a 4 star hotel in Kuala Lumpur where our toliet is approximately 6 feet from the shower. And best of all, tomorrow we leave for the Pangkor Laut Resort that is said to have made Pavarotti cry because of its beauty. He cried, people. That is what I’m talking about.
Click below to see a few more pictures from Hong Kong. The city really is beautiful, but next time, I’m staying at the Peninsula.