Carpet

 I’m too tired to write tonight, but I have to tell you about my room.

We have been staying in this hotel for 2 1/2 years. All of the rooms are the same, sort of.

The great rooms are the corner ones, which feel bigger than the rectangular normal rooms. If you look at the numbers, they end in 03, 04, 15, 16, 19 and 20. These are the rooms of choice And the higher up the better.

The next best rooms are the 08s. They are tucked away in the corner and have a long hallway, and even though the apartment is a little bit smaller, they are quiet. And the beds are always really comfortable in the 08s.

You always want to avoid the rooms ending in 9, 10 and 11. These are directly in front of the lifts. They can be a bit noisy. 

The 17s and 18s look over Knuckey Street And these ones aren’t too bad either. 

Also, because we are part of the hotel rewards scheme, most of us are on the top tier. Apart from having your room serviced every day, you will often get preferential rooms in the higher floors. The hotel goes up to level 19. The best room I’ve had was 1818 and 1820. They were great.

But, in the dry season rooms are at a premium. Some of my team are staying at another hotel. And we who are stuck at the normal hotel aren’t in our normal fantastic rooms.

This time around I am in room 1015.

If you look back, you will see that this is a corner room, which is great. Level 10 means that I see over some of the buildings and I can see the sunrise. This is also a bonus.

But this is the strangest room I have had at this hotel.

Why?

Well, this room has carpet. Carpet that you would find in Melbourne. Carpet which is soft under foot. Carpet that has really no business being here in Darwin where it is hot..

In the other hotel rooms in the building, you find carpet tiles on the floor. Utilitarian, sensible, what I would call kitchen carpet.

This carpet would not be out of place in my mother’s living room. It’s a pale grey. It’s plush - not shagpile, but soft. Like you’re walking on sand. It’s cold weather carpet.

It feels weird. And new. And wrong. 

One of my team said today that I could go rolling around on the floor. My response to that was “Why the hell would I want to do that?”.

Sure, the yoga mat feels a bit more comfortable on this carpet, but really, plush carpet has no place in Darwin. I also question why the carpet was replaced in the first place. That doesn't bear thinking about. 

Oh well. First World problems. 

(This is the only room here I've been in here that doesn't have a Foxtel connection. I'm missing the quality movies. Never mind.)

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