London, United Kingdom
June 16, 2003
My budget room was a cosy attic on the fifth floor, newly re-furbished in chunky pine, with a big washbasin. The clock radio more than made up for the lack of a TV, although Voice of America seemed to broadcast mainly in an assortment of south Slav languages, apart from the baseball results. Spotless, comfortable and in good working order, apart from a non-functioning bedside lamp. I think there was an internet connection, but I didn’t have a laptop to check it out.
The only problem was the bathroom, which didn’t exist. There was a toilet across the corridor, but no bath or shower in the room, on the same floor, or anywhere else in the building. If you wanted a shower, you had to stroll down to reception, where they would give you the key to some room whose occupant had already checked out. It felt slightly strange taking a shower amid some-one else’s debris – I felt irrationally that the true occupant might burst in at any moment demanding to know what I was doing there. But my morning wanderings did give me a chance to see what all the other rooms were like. The en suite singles were much more cramped than my comfortable attic, although the larger corner rooms had baths as well as showers. The satellite TV only has German-language channels. I have no idea what would happen if you chose to watch porn movies in the shower, or raided the mini-bar, in your borrowed room.
The breakfast buffet was good, and generous, with big bowls of fresh yoghurt and jam, as well as the usual cereals, cheese, eggs and sliced meats. I was surprised that they allowed unrestricted smoking.
Good value at 30 euro a night single, including breakfast and shared bathroom. Internet booking is cheaper than negotiating at reception. Make sure you have respectable nightwear.
From journal short budget break