this is for this week's sunday scribblings
I've been travelling since I was 7 - when I went to the States for the first time - so I've stayed in many hotels all over the world. The worst hotel would have to be the daggy hotel at in East Malaysia, the "base camp" of Mount Kinabalu. We were two to a room with birds' nests in the balcony, bird droppings everywhere, and absolute filth. My roommate wanted me to take my footwear off inside the room but how many filty shoes had trekked the wooden floors before me? I refused. It was a good thing it was only for a night. We didn't have much choice anyway as it was one of three hotels available.
The most fun I had ever had on any trip was when I travelled to France in 1998 with the NUS Choir on a choral competition. We were not nearly good enough but it was a great trip. Subsidized, there were 40 of us altogether and the best experience ever! I shared a room with Peiling, Sara and Davina in France on the competition leg of the trip, and Raymond, Sara and I roomed in a little B&B in London. We always turned in late after chatting half the night away in each others' rooms.
My most recent trip to Sydney was to a gorgeous beach house about 5 hours outside of Sydney. Too big for two people, it had 3 bedrooms, a lovely open concept kitchen, veranda overlooking the beach. I love the feel of space. I have had a hard time saying this before but I really enjoyed this vacation.