Ramblings of a hotel fusspot

Wait, I am not fussy about hotels as in the I-need-to-be-treated-like-a-queen way. But I definitely am fussy. About erm most things haha. I hope I am not alone in this.

The sole reason why I hated chalets was because of the grimy / sandy floors, the thing that they call a bed, icky bedsheets, and god-knows-how-long-it-has-gone-uncleaned toilets. I mean, I love the bonding spirit and all – but I think bonding happens better for me when I’m actually in a nice clean place.

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