Again with the prostitutes.

I don’t do this on purpose. Seriously.

Last week we were exited from our deluxe rooms at the 5 star InterContinental hotel. We were transported across town to an area known as, Tourist Club. It’s a bit seedy. I wasn’t pleased with my room so much… but you know, it’s hard to take a step down in stars. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one feeling disgruntled.

I did take notice that the men in other parts of town, although they will stare at you, typically won’t speak to you. However… in this part of town I was getting little whispers and whistles as I walked by. Rumor had it that prostitutes like to frequent the general area of the hotel. I didn’t see any. But, it seems that this new hotel has a bit of a reputation.

Tuesday I came home from work to find a notice under my door stating that all of the female teachers were being moved to a new hotel across town. The reason: Apparently some people’s tolerance of prostitution is quite low. (Mine I guess, is pretty high, considering my record*). A few of the female teachers came together to complain about the living conditions. Other floors in the hotel were much busier than mine it seems… doors opening and closing all night, loud fights, crying and vomiting sounds, loud bass from the night club downstairs, and one teacher had a man slip her his number under her door. Gross.

And I was just annoyed at the incessant flute music.

*If you missed the story it could be summed up as: Peru, me, Shauna, hostel?, brothel!, porn.)

Here’s hotel #3:

xo, jill