Can it get any worse? ……. probably

I´ve been in the Copenhagen area for a few days and it´s been one pain in the butt after another. I thought I´d give the place one final try last night and had the tourist information office make me a reservation at a bed and breakfast for two nights. Funny thing here is that the prices are always for a bed only and breakfast isn´t included.

“It´s just a ´B´” the woman making the reservation said.

Off I went, with the hope of an improvement on my previous couple of days. I should have been so lucky. I caught the bus out towards the Little Mermaid and walked up the steps of a lovely old building. The shiny brass door knob gave me confidence. This person cared about the minor details.

The owner, who must have been about 200 years old and as frail as a premature baby, greeted me at the front door. It was just before 2100 hours. The corridor leading back to the room I´d have was narrow (”please take your backpack off”), dark (”try not to use too many lights”), hot (”only open the window this far, please”), and had a distinct smell of old people mixed with tobbacco. I sighed, dumped my bags and left to go out for the evening with a couple of English people I met on the train from Hamburg. When I returned to the room a couple of hours later, I collapsed in the bed and fell asleep quickly.

This morning when I awoke and looked into the sink in my bedroom, a handful of hair protruded from the plug hole and it certainly wasn´t mine. I went to take a shower and found toothpaste stains all over the sink and mirror in there, as well some rather dubious- looking brown stains on the bathmat.

I stepped into the tub and turned on the shower attachment. Water went everywhere. The mis-aligned holes shot water left, right, up and down. Fearing a flood would ensure if I remained upright, I got down on my knees and lowered my head to join them. What on earth was I paying 400 KR for?? Not for another night, that´s for sure.

The last thing I wanted to do was give the coffin dodger a heart attack by running through my list of grievances, so I paid her for one night and then went to complain to the tourist office. I was expecting problems when it came to getting back the deposit they´d taken from me earlier, but they were quick to settle and get me outof the door.

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