Thursday, November 25, 2010

Pillow menu

Yesterday was even crazier than most days here, and ended with us flying to Jaipur late at night, missing dinner, and laden with about 40kg extra luggage: just-dyed linen.

The hotel was truly terrible. (I'm writing this from our new hotel, which is a thousand times better. And what you have to understand is the weirdness that is Indian hotels. We are staying in 3- and 4-star hotels, not the backpackers' lodges you must be envisioning by my descriptions. Indian hotels often look incredibly impressive on the outside, but on the inside, nothing really works right.)

The floors and walls were mildewy and squishy, everything was musty-smelling, some brilliant designer had put walls of painted wood in the shower, the halls were as dimly lit as a stage set for a vampire movie, the a/c didn't work, the ventilation fan didn't work, there was no hot water at the sink... We changed rooms three times before giving up and just staying in one of them. The best adjective I can think of is lugubrious. Closest noun might be mausoleum.

...Made more bizarre by the pounding music blasting from the discotheque, ubiquitous and indescribably annoying, in Indian hotels.

...And this was all after standing around in the lobby for half an hour after midnight while six or seven different desk clerks tried to tell us our reservations didn't exist, and after waiting eons for our luggage to be transferred upstairs (when you ask for a service, the response is usually [say with Indian accent]: "Yes, sir, I am just sending my colleague now," i.e., I don't feel like doing it, so I'll go see who I can pass the buck on to.

So it was around one a.m. when we finally grumpily spread out all the still-damp cloth haphazardly around the room.

The only good part about the hotel was the Pillow Menu.

Five different pillow choices!...

I read off the selections to The Husband, and he decided he must try several of them, but especially this one:

I ordered them, and they arrived about 20 minutes later.

(Above: The Husband checks out the Chamber Pillow. He was to declare it worthy only of a torture chamber.)

It didn't even occur to us until later how weird all that draped cloth must have looked to the employee who came to deliver the pillows. Perhaps he thought we were preparing for some sort of denim orgy.


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loriann said...

I love your crazy stories! Pillow menu!!! It's good to see more pics of Gadjo..these were especially entertaining. Baby even came up to see.
When do you return?

Anonymous said...

I am still laughing at your pillow menu!

Your demin looks beautiful.

suzanneberry said...

oh my! this sounds decidedly sucky!!! i complained about our room in LA! it was heaven compared to what you describe. and then, midst all the mildew, no hot water, squishy wood walls, one finds a gem. the pillow menu! WHAT???? i'm sure you would fore go the special pillows for some hot water! i hope it gets easier for you. and as always the kitty shots delight! hurry home and good luck!

Anita Stoll said...

I love to read about your adventures and to see pic of the animals. Today's makes me appreciate being at home with my comforts.