When I booked the hotel online it was rated four star and had heaps of good reviews. I am gobsmacked at the tiny windowless room. There is a small cabinet and a broken chair in the corner of the room. I drop my bag on the bed and dust literally puffs off the sheets into the air. I am supposed to spend a couple of days here and consider that I will likely only use the room for sleeping so it will be suffice.
Its 8am in the morning, I head downstairs and take a seat at the hotel restaurant, position myself by the window and watch the mix of tourists and locals go about their day. I order eggs on toast (not very cultural I know but its my first meal). The gentleman walks towards me with my food and suddenly my stomach grumbles and I realize how hungry I am. I am not prepared for what happens next. As he lowers the plate a fricking cockroach runs from under my toast up his arm and around his neck, he brushes it off with his free hand, it falls to the floor and he stamps on it laughing. My eyes are bulging from my head and I am absolutely speechless when he places the meal before me, smiles and says enjoy. What the fuck? "Excuse me" I pipe up "a cockroach was just on my plate, can you please make me a fresh meal" he literally looks at me like I just vomited all over the table "no, only cockroach, no waste, that is what you order." Disgusted I leave the food untouched, walk to the nearest cornershop and buy a packet of crisps and a chocolate bar, I shove them down my throat to stop the grumbling in my stomach and wonder how am I going to survive the whole trip.
I have been in Thailand less than an hour and so far it couldn't be any further from what I had imagined.
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