You know how those really cool rock stars, those hip young folk in weird black fake leather clothes with long hair and tattooes and sweaty makeup, who do drugs and drink from the bottle and roll with lots and lots and lots of teenage pussy, they get extra points for how awesome they are if they trash hotel rooms and make the life a living hell for cleaning ladies, and throw things out in the street, damaging cars and traffic?
Well, meet the General. The man who would vacuum the room if he had the option. Who brooms the balcony. Dusts the surfaces. Who cleans everything up, folds the towels, makes the bed, arranges the curtains as they were when we came in. We kept the 'do not disturb' sign on the door thorough our stay, as we didn't want the housekeepers to bother with us and we never really use much of their towels and we take out our own waste.
I'm just saying. We are about to switch hotels, going from one location to the next, and the General is as neat as a serial killer :D This hotel was very pleasant; it wasn't as posh as the one we're off to next, but they try hard. Tons of snow white towels, really super clean room, a tiny fridge that actually works, beautiful curtains. Really good bed, too, and really good food bar.
I'll report and post a ton of pickies later ;)
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