When I told my sis I am going to stay in Bengali Singh Hotel, she just cracked out laughing..."Make sure you don't become one!!" Well, it's cheap considering how ridiculous hotel prices are in Delhi...then I also cracked out laughing...imagine staying in a backpacker's hotel and then have a driver to pick you up...this is going to be so hilarious!! As it turned out, Mr. Bengali didn't want me - fully booked and so did almost all the hotels in the city. "Mam, sold out". "Full". "No room"...arghhhh...I am so going to take the next hotel available even if I know nothing about it and I did just that. Crazy I am I think so too but the notion of sleeping on the streets totally overruled it.
I laughed when the porter opened the room door for me. A tiny room with barely any room to walk and a dinghy old worned out bathroom. Taps were squeaky. The bed looks alright...at least there are no croakcoaches running around...ok livable then I spotted the tiny flat plasma TV on the wall...this is just so so hilarious...the hotel owners sure know their priorities...well at least I will have some sort of 'luxury'... <* mentally to myself...must remember to put a chair against the room door...the key lock is a bit dodgy *>
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