After spending a good four hours this morning in the tiny room summoning up the courage to move across the street to my proper hotel, I marched out of one hotel and into the other and demanded to have the room that had been paid for (OK, I say marched, I slowly dodged motorbikes in the road and timidly asked if it was at all maybe possible for me to possibly have the room pleasethankyou).
The owner of the proper hotel helped me carry my luggage up four flights of stairs (my suitcase weighs about 22k and he carried it on his shoulders!) and I am now in a much nicer room. It has two beds, a big window, TV, fridge and bathroom/wetroom. It’s nothing amazing but it’s much better and I feel a lot better now! I’ll probably stay here for a few nights and then maybe move into the one the American recommended. It would be a lot of hassle with my suitcases though, I don’t think the owner would be so willing to help me carry my luggage back down the stairs if I was taking my custom else where!
Also, I’m very sorry to my Aunty Jenny and family but I’ve eaten some of the selection box you gave me for xmas. I was so hungry last night and a bit too scared to venture out at 11pm to find food so it was my only option! Rest assured it was very tasty and comforting!