This is the delightful view from our goldfish bowl room, strategically located next to all mod cons- the guest laundry (listen to the gurgle of water flushing out) and the tennis courts (joy).
Did I mention I hate children??? Loud little shits that swing off tennis court gates, trample flower beds and spend endless hours shouting for mummy or daddy and then screaming in some high pitched language that pierces ear drums and vibrates across tennis courts. Oh yes, sorry but I hate kids.
Apparently one of the little darlings has just pooped on the tennis court (says dad) but apparently that’s better than it pooping in the corner of the motel room (also according to dad who yelled this across the tennis courts that we are fortunate to be stuck behind).
So what do you do when stranded in hell? Snarl, pour the wine, growl at brats (it actually makes them run away, believe me).
How the hell did I manage to book this place?? Mr Fogg is not going to let me forget this one. Oh dear.
This delightful shed of a motel cost us $217 for the night – the most expensive yet. So, happy me wandered up to pay this morning and (politely) advised the friendly owner that this was my idea of hell. He was very apologetic (can’t get the right type guests you know) and then (unasked) rang the bill up at only $160 (NZD) instead of full price. Nice man, all nearly forgiven….but no plans to come back anytime soon.
Hobbit hotel here we come..