|The Philippines: with this kind of scenery who cares about the hotel|
Once in Costa Rica, I stayed in this hotel suite that looked like some super swanky 70s Vegas lounge singer had designed it and then dropped dead so not a single thing had changed in 35 years. It was top of the line (in its heyday), smoky mirrors, shaggy brown carpeting, macrames of sunsets on the walls, but utterly frozen in time, like an apocalypse had taken the singer and his entire family in one instant. It was a three bedroom suite (I was staying with two friends) with almost no windows (even the view of the pool was totally blocked out) and each night we'd change rooms just so we had a chance to take in as much of the 70s vibe as we could while we were there, comparing detailed notes about the subtleties of that groovy style. Why were browns, rusts and oranges (and BULKY and HEAVY furniture) so de rigueur in that decade?
|Beehive of backpackers, watchmakers, sari exporters and camera shoppes|
The only "nice" room that really stands out is a room I splurged and paid for after roughing it in NE China for two weeks (train traveling with friends, etc.). I was so sick of boiling water for noodles and drinking lukewarm tea. Once we arrived in Dalian, I booked a room in the nicest hotel in town (at the time, I think it was a Marriott back in those days) and just reveled in the thick terrycloth bathtub, room service (with real Western dishes), a bathtub and HBO. I literally didn't leave the room for three days.
Rybczynski's travels are much more exotic than mine but his post gave me a short few moments of happy memories this week in the thick of the January rush. Things coming together and sometimes it's good to not think about books for a few hours!