And that is exactly what it did. It might look a little strange, but this place was amazing. It was the most expensive place in which we stayed (aside from our last night in paradise at the Holiday Inn Silom in Bangkok), at a whopping 900 baht (about $30), but it was worth every penny. Here is the main lobby/breakfast area/stairway to all four floors above.
The white garbage can is where I saw a mouse scurry by after breakfast that first morning. As you will read in future posts, mice and I don't get along all that well, but this, conversely, was such an organic experience. The mouse belonged there more than I did, it seemed, and his quiet, modest gait was appropriate, as he clung to the wall out of the way of the patrons of the hostel. I was unaffected and it felt very, very good. The Serene Thai was well on it's way. Looking over to the area to the left of the stairway, you can see the water fridge (bottles for 6 baht...about 20 cents) and the table where the breakfast was served. Oh, they did instant coffee here too, just like Korea. When oh when will I get a brewed cuppa joe?
Here is the staff checking in some elder patrons. I'm sure now (another ageist comment) that travel is for the young. Older backpackers look very, very strange to me, now that I've seen quite a few of them. Shouldn't they be in San Tropez anyway? I think so. Sign at the right of the picture warns that you can't smoke in the rooms, do drugs at all on the premises, and that you will be charged 30 baht per "extra guest" you bring in your room. Nice. 
The walls up to the rooms were covered in friendly "I-was-here" graffiti, and for some reason, the only picture I kept of it contained the word, "Bum". I'm charming.
It reminded me so much of Dance Camp (Leanne's parent's cottage) up in Algonquin Park, what with the kitschy decor wrought with smells of cedar planks and dried flowers.
Here is the hallway, looking far more ominous than it did in real life, leading down to our room. It was quite the place.
And at long last, here are the contents of our bags...our two-week-long lives strapped to our backs and around our waists. It was so entirely liberating to have them somewhat emptied, poured onto the ground in the vain attempt at getting organized enough to never have to do it again. Exercise in futility, but it was our first kick at the can. We got better in time and the unpacking-repacking exercise took less and less time.
What would an inaugural night be without a bottle of wine? And with no glasses to drink from, we bare-lipped it and alternated sips between us. Check out those quality curtains behind Leanne! Hahaha. That was the door that led to the balcony, overlooking an alley in the club district of Bangkok. What a paradise this place was, in all honesty. We both highly recommend it.
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