Sunday, November 4, 2007

The horror of Haguenau

Impressive as the autumn colors were, my hotel was equally unimpressive. The best part of the hotel was that it is located on a road called Route de Bitche, which was amusing for a few moments. Ibis seems to be the French version of Motel 6. The hotel is sandwiched between a McDonald's and a traffic circle.

My spartan room.

My room was clean enough, except for the carpet. It made me yearn for the repulsive carpet in my room at the Disney Yacht Club last week. Actually, that's not true. The carpet was nothing more than a dirty floor, really, but it wasn't connected to the ground of Orlando, and that I appreciated. The room was small and very spartan, but I could endure it for a week.

My humble bed.

The bed was (literally) a 4 inch piece of foam on a piece of wood. It was surprisingly comfortable at first, but eventually it felt too hard. In the future I am going to hope for at least 5 inches of foam to separate my sleeping body from a piece of week.

My tiny bathroom.

I will give the room credit where credit is due: the shower was the first shower I've encountered in Europe that actually prevents water from flooding the bathroom.

After a long, sleepless trip I needed rest. It was noon when I finally got a chance to lie down and take a nap. I slept until 1:30.

When I awoke I was freezing. I tried to turn the heat on, but it didn't work. I wanted to sleep longer, but I was cold and I wanted to be able to have a normal bedtime, so I got up and decided to do some sight-seeing.

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