The best things about fancy hotels
My family used to go on camping holidays. One memorable night, it rained so heavily that there was a river of water flowing under our tent. Fortunately, we were on airbeds so we floated right on over it.
Camping is so much fun because it takes you waaaay outside your normal life. You fall asleep to the white noise of cicadas and the creepy crackle and hoot of the bush, you pee in holes or in far distant toilet blocks and drink a lot of sherry shandies around the campfire at night (or maybe that was just my family).
The striking contrast of staying in in swish hotels fills me with the same sense of glee. Fluffy bathrobes! A horizon pool! A neverending breakfast buffet with coffee so bottomless that you might die of a happy heart seizure before noon!
A couple of weeks ago, my beloved Step-Mum Cheryl and I were lucky enough to stay in some seriously fancy hotels . We had the BEST time. All that crispy linen that we didn’t have to wash, gracious welcome messages from management, complimentary spa vouchers … we couldn’t get enough of it!
But after a while, a funny thing happened. I started to find fault. The air-conditioning was making a funny sound, there was no milk in the mini-bar, my swipe key wouldn’t work and I had to walk through monsoonal rain to get it reloaded. Hmph.
I have this theory that you should always start from a low base so that everything better seems so much better. Now that I have stayed in some of the best hotels in Asia, I am kind of worried. Will the bedbug ridden hostels of my past now seem untenable? Will I still be able to cheerfully buy breakfast from 7-Eleven? Will a 200 baht Thai massage seem really dodgy now I have had a 1750 baht massage in a day spa?
Have I turned into an accommodation snob? Like a pampered poodle, am I going to need paw booties and a Valium to walk on rough concrete?
Tell me, my friends, what do you love about fancy hotels? And can you ever go back to being a budget traveller once you’ve gone five star?