I live in a hotel just on the shores of Pushkar lake. The accomodation is fairly modest, but as long as I get my own bathroom and I don't see any cockroaches I'm pretty ok with it. Last night, after a long tiring day, I was more than ready for my hot shower. I switched on the water boiler and waited. Nothing. No hot water. I waited a little longer. Still no hot water. Instead a sharp, pungent smell started to fill the room, the smell of burning plastic. I looked around the room to find the source, but all I could see was bare light bulbs. A few more minute went by, and the smell only grew stronger. Maybe it is coming from the outside, I thought, as the way of disposing plastic in India is to burn it.
Finally I went down to the reception to ask if they could do anything about the water. The hotel manager came into the room, took a quick sniff of the acrid smell, and turned around to me with a slightly frantic look in his eyes.
"Er, you get different room, ok? Something wrong with boiler I think, yes", he said and ushered me to a much larger room, with a private little patio between the room and the bathroom.
"Look, this boiler working, now you no problem hot shower, ok?"
I finally realised that there must have been a meltdown in the electrical circuits of the other room's hot water boiler, and that I had been a bit too close to electrocution for my own liking.
I couldn't help but feel slightly apprehensive when taking my hot shower, not taking my eyes from the socket just inches away from the shower head. Even in India, turning your hotel guests to cinder is considered a bad thing.
However, that is probably something you have to expect for a 7 dollar room...
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