Description: Directly across from the bus station parking lot, Fawlty Towers would save us schlepping our bags. The woman informed us of the pickpocket area and said they had a safe.
Bathroom: The shower was in the same space as the toilet, which meant the floor and sink were both soaked after a shower. Since we would be departing for the day I figured this would be no problem, since the room would be cleaned and mopped right after showering. The commode had two push buttons on top. One flushed and the other stopped. The flush was so deep and hard to press; we left a pen to help.
Bedroom: The beds were basic with a heater that wasn’t very efficient, but I was used to that. A thermos of hot water, cups, and a couple of tea bags sat on a tray. She told us where to place the empty thermos and where to pick up a filled one.
Desk Clerk: The young man at the front desk spoke very poor English, and was in charge of tours. The first day he tried to sell us on a bicycle tour where we could have lunch at his house. It was over 100y while bicycle rentals were about 15y per day. We tried to get information on the local bus that would travel down the main road passing by the major sights. He told us repeatedly there were no buses and offered us a 300y tour to some caves we were interested in. I continued to repeat, ‘no local buses?’, and asked how people got around, and he said taxi. I made the remark they would be expensive, he smiled. He didn’t offer us any brochures or write down times or prices and his English was noy clear enough. I like times and information written down before I buy something. We went to the station, found the local buses, and rented bicycles on our own. I suspect this might not have set well with him.
After the first night, our bathroom was clean, tea bags and clean cups were provided—that was the only time it was cleaned. Moreover, thermoses were no longer filled, so guests had to do it.
We went to a cave that was going to require us to be in mud and water, we put out passports in a zipped bag with the loose pages facing down to conceal the US currency that wouldn’t be needed until we were back in the States. He put it into a plastic bag and into the safe. We decided to leave it there until we were going to depart. As we were hurrying over to the bus station on the morning of our departure, we discovered the U.S. currency was gone. Coincidentally, the desk clerk never greeted us after the lack of bookings, until a day after we put things in the safe.
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