Hotel World

Hotels are one of my favourite things, EVER. Growing up in a big family, hotels just did not feature on the radar of life. All holidays consisted of being crammed into log cabins or country cottages or youth hostels. I don’t think I stayed in a hotel for the first time until I was 15, on a school trip to London! To most people this is probably ridiculous but this period of denial means that hotels = Christmas to me. Growing up and seeing them in movies (Witches! Home Alone!) they seemed like this unobtainable dream that only really wealthy or proper grown up people got to experience.

Even first discovering Premier Inns was a joy, so cheap yet you still get a little kettle and sachets of hot chocolate and a TV and sheets you don’t have to wash yourself. Now I have stayed in a few hotels with work and weddings and other things like that, the excitement still doesn’t go away. However I have started getting more of a refined taste; understanding that paying just 10 or 20 pounds more to stay in a non-chain or more boutique hotel can bring joys like a ROBE! and a nice big bath, or being able to order chips at 3am if you want to.

I think I love the anonymity. The idea that thousands have people have stayed in your very room. Who were they? What were they doing? Were they happy? I guess the prospect of staying in a bed that has been slept (er and more maybe!) in by other people every night might gross alot of people out but it fascinates me and my over active imagination. There is something so peaceful and nicely lonely about hotel rooms. I have a collection of hotel photographs which I will save for another day, as they are part of a shh secret project… soon to be revealed.

Today I am in the Abode Hotel . This hotel is a double winner because my work are picking up the bill, as I’m here on business (love saying that, it still sounds ricidulous that someone would pay me to do any kind of business. Adulthood is mighty stealthy).

My room is beautiful. Green vintage tiled walls, pink button tiled bathroom, free BURTS crisps! and a ginormous bed that I don’t even take up 1/4 of.

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  1. Miss Believer’s avatar

    I agree! I’m from a huge family so hotels were very rare – really only for the odd wedding. It’s only been really recently that I’ve been in them a lot and that’s been mostly for business – which is ridiculous when I feel like a ten year old still. I was sat in my hotel in Paris yesterday, for the second visit in five weeks, thinking ‘I’m getting PAID to do this?’. I love not feeling like an adult! x

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    1. likeaskeletonkey’s avatar

      Parisian hotel with work definitely beats Manchester! You’ve done so well lovely. Being a non grown up adult is the best kind x

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    2. Kate’s avatar

      Oh lovely. I am also a big hotel fan, especially boutique ones in Scandanavian. My favourite was Centrehotel in Reykjavik and Hotel Glo in Helsinki! Such utter luxury. I always looked forward to coming back to the room early to just lie in bed and watch telly in such beautiful surroundings!

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      1. likeaskeletonkey’s avatar

        They sound incredible! I’ve just been booking my accomodation for my trip to the US next month and we are spending two nights in the Yankee Inn (!) that serves free waffles 24/7. How American?! I cannot wait!

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      2. laura’s avatar

        Have you seen a film called Unmade Beds? There’s a character in that who takes polaroids of every bed she stays in, thought it was a good project!

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        1. likeaskeletonkey’s avatar

          I haven’t Laura no, so thanks alot for that. My lovefilm list has been a bit straggley and bare recently so I’ve got that straight on there! x

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