Hotel Posta

If you have followed this blog for a while, you will have read about the Motel room in Buenos Aires and the troubles we had with the room.  It must be an international thing and perhaps we are really spoilt in New Zealand with our rooms.  The hotel we are staying in is probably very old and really is beautifully done, but could have stepped out of the 1930’s.  You enter through a wooden, carved door, then through another locked glass door and into the foyer.  We are on the 2^nd floor and entering the room it is gloomy and heavily curtained.

Crossing the room, you can throw open the wooden window screens and the windows behind and look down on a square, paved area of the road below.  The single beds were a blessing after the 23 hours of sitting in planes, however, under normal circumstances I would be writing something along the lines of ‘the solidness of the mattress can only compare to sleeping on a prone refridgerator’.

Alex went to have a shower first and came out reporting the water was only semi-warm.  I had hoped she had just muffed up the mixer, but sadly cold it was!  So riddle me this, why would you spend money having underfloor heating, but not make sure the water was hot.  Had I not been so tired when I had finished the shower, I would have lay down on the heated tiles to warm up.  Also, shades of Sheraton, Argentina- drain in shower could not accept the volume of water, so built up around my ankles.

I searched for spare pillows, glasses and an iron, but to no avail.  Its okay- I was too tired to need another pillow, it was Sunday, so no wine to fill glasses and this far from home, who cares if my clothes are wrinkly!