Slumming it in Flores
While travelling, you don’t always get much choice about where you stay. Hence this place….
We arrived in Moni, Flores at 8pm. It was dark, we were tired and could find no other accomodation within walking distance.
We were being hassled by about 15 guys on scooters who wanted to take us to their ‘friend’s, uncle’s, sister’s, daughter’s husband’s hotel’ and we just wanted to find somewhere and go to sleep. This is what we found.
Just looking at these pictures still makes me itch. It was a hot, sweaty little room with a swarm of mossies that buzzed around us all night.
We awoke at 5am to the kind of thunder and rain that would have scared Noah and inspired him to hurry the hell up with his arc. It pelted down on our flimsy metal roof and I was amazed it was keeping us dry.
I usually love my sleep but I was up and ready to leave by 6am. My backpack was packed and my new collection of mossie bites were flaming. I don’t think I’ve ever got ready so quickly in my life.
A couple of weeks later we were flashpacking in Kuala Lumpur, pretending we weren’t the poor backpackers we really are.
I’m sure every traveller has a bad experience with accommodation. Anything worse than this?