Oct. 16, 2007 β The President Hotel
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As I walked through the doors, I was met with a warm smile and friendly greeting from the doorman. Wonderful. Hameed hadnβt shown, but I had made it safely from the airport to a decent looking hotel with friendly, helpful people. The bellboy took me to a fabulous old European-style elevator with two wooden doors, and pressed the button for the second floor.
But as soon as he opened the elevator doors, the charming atmosphere of the lobby abruptly faded. The bellboy led me down a grimy hallway to room 207, and when he opened the door to what would be my home for the next two days, I almost gasped. It was utterly disgusting! Dirty walls, and I mean DIRTY β they probably hadnβt been painted in twenty years. The air reeked of toxic cleaning fluids and bug spray and was musty β perhaps from the big old brown chair, or maybe the faded bedspreads or the heavy drapes loaded with dust. The toilet leaked and never stopping making noises all night long. The towels were old, stained, and looked more like rags. Oh well, I thought, I can deal with it, since itβs only for two nights. Itβll be a good humbling experience. ;0