An
eventful lodging experience
I have never been in a backpacking hotel. Let
alone a shared accommodation of more than 3 residents in a room. And never
spent a night with 5 strangers and never believed I ever would and come out
enjoying the experience.
I met a couple of interesting people – a guy
from Spain and a girl from Australia. Both have come with the objective of
visiting India but have made no concrete plans and are traveling basis
suggestions of friends made on the way. What was even more interesting was how
the girl had described her being in India. “I do not know what I’m doing here.
I have been here for the past two weeks. One fine morning I just picked up my
bags and booked my ticket to Delhi. With only one thing in my mind – I want to
spend the next six months in this exotic land.” Enquiries about my travel plans
started by then and I could notice myself brimming with enthusiasm as I
described my plans for the next few days. She was excited as well to know that
Ranthambhore was so close and it was perhaps the best time to spot tigers in
the wild.
She had gone pub hopping the previous night,
had come back dead drunk and was still recovering from a bad hangover and
headache. After deciding to watch a movie with her friend she said “Excuse me
while I get dressed”. I got the shock of my life when she brought her hands
near her hips. “Shall I wait outside, while you get dressed?” I enquired. She
nonchalantly brushed me off remarking “I’ve lived most of my life since 2010 in
backpacking hotels. This isn’t new to me” and casually slips her pants off only
to change into another one. To hell with modesty. I quickly averted my eyes to
look at my laptop and tried to look intelligent and busy. And indeed there was
some work to complete that day. There was even a call at 10PM. I must have been
a major disturbance that night as I had to keep the light on till 1 in the
night. It took a request to turn the light off from the Australian girl for me
to realize my mindlessness. The politeness of her enquiry only embarrassed me
further. This was followed by repeated calls from my uncle and client folks the
next morning. Everyone was asleep and I’m certain that these calls would have
woken them up. I had no place to hide my face.
More importantly what interested me was the
economics of my stay there. Both from the end of a backpacker and from the end
of the hotelier. I was charged a modest 400/ night and the amenities included a
single bunk bed in an A/C room, free wifi at more than decent speed and the
invaluable experience of meeting interesting people from across the globe. I
was comparing this stay with the PG I used to stay in in Delhi. I was charged
10,000 per month. The room was ventilated with a fan and an air cooler during
summers. There was no way to regulate the cold during winters. The biggest
positive was food all 3 times in the day (Breakfast, lunch and dinner). If I
were in Zostel at that point in time I would have shelled out 12,000 per month
while I would have needed to manage food on my own. I would probably have spent
5,000 every month on food but it would still have been worth it. Also, I got to
understand there were steep discounts for repeat lodgers upto 30% (Bringing the
rental expenditure down to 8,400 per month). Of course there would have been
days when I would have abhorred the company I was expected to adjust to but
overall I believe the experience would have been worth it.
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