After a short wait, the reception guy told me that I will be in room 1 for the night; a room for the weeklies: a room for long-staying guests. I didn't mind as it was on the ground floor! Nice Canadian dude helped with my backpack again.
To my delight, as soon as I opened the door to room 1, it smelled bad. Really bad, imagine dirty laundry of 6 persons times 2 weeks in a 6x2 metres room with a small window opening to an airwell bad. It was very small for 6 people, mess everywhere and no space for my almighty backpack. I asked a girl in the room if there is a space for my bag and she replied that I have to find it myself. I could almost hear her grunt. I replied, " how do I find space when there is no space?". Reluctantly, she moved a bag somewhere else to make a space for me.
I left as soon as I parked my bag gasping for fresh air.
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