Hotels I Have Known

Lately, there have been many. Some days I stay in nice hotels, some days not. Three weeks ago, it was the Four Seasons Shanghai and the JW Marriott the following week. Bliss, I tell you. Almost makes the whole traveling thing OK.

This week, however, I got to stay at the Shanghai Jian Gong Jin Jiang hotel, which was conveniently located near the office, but very Chinese. This hotel wasn't so bad, actually; the bed wasn't hard as a rock. But the bathroom had the weirdest stuff for sale on the counter, like Senior Woman Trousers (15 RMB) for example. Wha? Who is checking into the hotel thinking "Crap! I forgot my Woman Trousers!"




Also, there was this lovely little hygiene container, vending all sorts of items.



There was the requisite condom, of course, but there were also these odd little "sanitary" packets that claimed to kill all sorts of sexually transmitted diseases - one for men and one for women. Whoa - what kind of hotel was this? And do people really believe a wipe with a little sanitary goo will solve those kinds of problems?

Lastly, there was a weird circular container with a compressed towel. Now, I am a grown, married woman, and I have no idea what I would do with a compressed towel. No idea. But apparently they go with condoms and people need them when they stay at a hotel.