Sulfurous Squalor Shack

So we got this room in this hostel in Beijing. By the time Jono left, we were calling it the Sulfurous Squalor Shack.

Sulfurous because the shower smells like poop sulfur (Jono says that the water is fine, it's the drain that emits the ... um... sulfur.)

Squalor because they clean the room every other day, and then they mostly give us new toilet paper and change the trash. This means that after 2 weeks, the sheets are really grimey, and so's the floor. Also, it's a queen bed, but the blanket is obviously for 1 person. Plus the blanket is larger than the blanket cover. So we ended up splitting the blanket and the cover. Basically, every night, one of us get the smooth-but-thin covering or the thick-but-scratchy blanket. Joy. (Also, we accidentally spilt spicy-soy-sauce-tofu on the the blanket on our first day. Um... yeah. Oops?)

Shack because it's a minimalistic room. The bathroom sink only has cold water, so in order to get warm water, we can either haphazardly aim the (sulfurous) shower head towards the sink, or boil water in an electric kettle. Actually, it's not that much of a shack. There's a TV, and air conditioning, and a small table. It just feels like a shack.

And just now the power went out in the midst of a storm, which seems like a perfect time to write about our Sulfurous Squalor Shack.

Hey, the power came back on in 15 minutes! Yay!