So I arrive in my favorite hotel in Khulna where I know I
will have to deal with the normal hotel conditions. Clean… but…well. It’s not
Kansas. And for god sake why would we want to be in Kansas! (sorry Kansasan’s).
Anyway, I don’t care bc I know the staff here, I know they will watch out for
me…and that is worth its weight in gold. So….
I get to my room, and lay down on…thump… …?........Did I lay
on the floor? No. no…that’s not a floor. I know because I hit it about 2 feet
before the floor. So in theory…this would be what we would call …..a bed….but it
appears to have a mattress made of…stone? WTF? Why raise stone above the ground
to lay on…when it was perfectly good stone when a part of the ground? I am
perplexed by this! Me and my ahole first world problems. I actually have the
gaul to go to the front desk and ask….if they have…softer beds? I get the look.
The
look that says…..um…American…(yea that’s right…there is a look that uses
that term…American)….. American…let me give you no more words…but I will
communicate instead with my eyes. …..Hmmm…Lets see..Yep!..Got it! I go now.
Sleep on rock. Who doesn’t like rock? I mean like..please…
Wilma Flinstone is fine with rock bed. |
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