The hotel room
The “welcome” poster in last week’s photo wouldn’t have looked unbecoming here either. I once spent a night in this room and I do remember it.
I had reached Haldwani station in the middle of the night and found the town immersed in complete darkness due to a power cut. With difficulty I found somebody who could guide me through the dark to a nearby guest house where this room was offered to me. I still remember me inspecting the beds with the help of my torchlight and choosing the bed on the left. Looking again now at the picture I don’t know if that was the right decision. But anyway, fortunately I was carrying my own sleeping bag which I could spread out in such a way that no part of my body would have to touch the bed sheet. Then I lay down and slept.
I woke up very early in the morning and was ready in no time to leave the room again. But before closing the door behind me I had the presence of mind to take a picture, this picture, as proof and reminder of the most disgusting hotel room I had ever spent the night in. Fifteen years later its status among the whole list of hotel rooms I have stayed in hasn’t changed and I hope it will remain like that. As a photo I still like it though.
Photo of the week: Haldwani, India, 1998
καιρός remembered 
Do you also remember if it smelled? I can almost smell it. Ugh!
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It didn’t smell too bad, otherwise I would definitely have remembered that. Surprisingly, since the room had no window. It was pitch dark and I had to use the camera flash to take the picture. It’s only after I had developed the film that I could see where I had spent the night.
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