There are few things in life that incense me quite like shitty hotels. And, when I say shitty hotels I don't mean Motel 6's. Motel 6's are actually quite nice in comparison to shitty hotels. Motel 6's have standards of cleanliness, and I've learned that you can't ask for much more than that. Plus, Wikipedia informs me that they seem to have updated their look since the last time I stayed in one, making the idea that they even qualify for the title of "shitty" a null point. But, this isn't about mediocre hotel chains. This is about bad hotels in the hill stations near Bombay. Hotels that you try to forget you stayed in, but the freezing cold shower you took in a tiny, poorly lit, and damp bathroom has permanently imprinted itself upon your brain.
Pardon my pretentious nature, but I would rather that my hotels have some sort of climate control and maybe even be soundly constructed. Usually, I'm not averse to "roughing it out" given the hope of good company and good times to follow - I slept on a lumpy half mattress on the concrete floor of my grandmother's flat for nearly 2 months - but for some reason that changes when you're staying at a hotel and paying for it. Paying for things logically leads to certain expectations which, when not met, foster a bit of resentment. But, thats probably the bitterness talking...
Nevertheless, our trip to Mahabaleshwar and its surroundings was pretty nice and made for some great scenic shots, many of which highlight the lively monkey population that wants to eat what you're eating. Very genial, they are.
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