Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Misadventures at an Expensive Hotel

Pop Quiz : What’s worse than a sleepless over-night 10 hour bus ride to Tafraoute?

Today I got on the bus to head out from Tafraoute. Part way through I see a man handing out plastic bags. Then I smell it. The motion sickness spreads like wildfire. Suddenly the man sitting next to me (who was previously content with simply picking at the gum stuck to the back of the seat) decides that he too would like to join the fun. Trapped. I give him a sympathetic pat on the back before I turn my focus onto myself. Turn up the ipod, breathe through your mouth and look out the window. I’m having fun, I’m having fun, I’m having fun.

Four hours later when I get into Agadir, I check into my hostel. A room with my very own bathroom! For 13 dollars! This is too good to be true! No more doing my laundry in the one sink that's shared by the entire floor at the hostel! This will be sooo much less awkward.

A sink load later and I go explore. Happening by a 5 star hotel right on the beach I again think that this is too good to be true. I quickly revert back to my old travel trickery and sneak into the pool. Success! I pat myself on the back. I am asked to leave after 45 minutes but they are too late: I am officially relaxed and refreshed.


The five star life on the half star budget

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