For the next 5.5 weeks, this hotel with a beautiful breakfast spread will be my shelter. Some may squawk in utter discontent at living in such a confined space, but for me- this is paradise. My living standards resemble my standards in women, low and free of parasites.
After having lived in my van in New Zealand for the last month, this is an exponential upgrade. Instead of using nearby frigid streams to bath in, I have the luxury of a warm shower. No more rushing out in the middle of the night to find the nearest pee bush, but now my pee has the pleasure of going into a magnificently high powered porcelain toilet. I have traded my uneven foam mattress pad in for an arrogantly large California king sized bed. The adjustment of feeling carpet beneath my feet and a shower free of athlete's foot will take some getting use to as it reminds me that we take the small things in everyday life for granted.
To christen the room and convey my dominance over my soon to be roomie, I filled the room with Cam musk and pheromones... in the form of farts.
