|Very clean and tidy. Small. No police tape which is always a good sign.|
Last week we stayed in 5 star accommodation. This week the stars seem to be missing.
It's been less than a week since we returned from our Gold Coast junket and I managed to fit in two days of work and a day of filming before then heading to the NSW South Coast on Saturday night so I could write.
Two nights away and 16 hours of keyboard tapping allowed me to finish Book 9 of the Cheer Chick Charlie series by lunch time yesterday.
There was no time to re-read or even marvel in my brilliance. I leaped into the car and drove back to Canberra, picked up my daughter and arrived in Sydney late last night for secret model business.
Call time is 6.30am this morning in Coogee. A bed is all that's required. We definitely don't need any ambiance or frills. There's no time to enjoy them (nor any money to pay for them).
So we grabbed a "cheap" deal at a dodgy lodge to camp for the night. As far as dodgy lodges go, this one isn't the dodgiest. Although the building is old, with weird smells, the sounds of farts and vomits coming from next door, and wind howling around the window; the room itself is simply lovely.
I'm always nervous when we do the whole "cheap" thing because there was that time we went to a place in Sydney apparently renowned for the police tape. Our experience was blood on the stairs and a windowless room, with a cigarette smoke haze and stained sheets. Let's just say I was glad to have the foresight to take my own linen.
In comparison this place we're in right now is absolutely stunning.
I remember the hotels I stayed in as a young traveler in the USA. One trip from coast to coast with my parents and my hubby (then boyfriend) saw us in $25 a night hotels which were cockroach infested and of horror movie quality. We spent a few sleepless nights with our suitcases and chairs stacked against the doors.
I also remember a few back packer experiences where I would sleep with my sleeping bag tied up over my head to prevent cockroaches from chewing on my eyelashes and finger nails (I read they do that when they get hungry).
There's a fine line between getting a bargain and compromising your health and safety.
Today we feel safe.
In the past, not so much.
Anyway, it got me to wondering about the travel habits of others.
Where's the dodgiest place you've ever stayed?
Have you ever had to sleep with the roaches?
Have you compromised your comfort for a good deal?
Gotta run. Got a call time to get to and a blogger to meet for the first time in real life!
Have a great day!