A silly interlude:
Looking for a place to leave our bags so that we could walk up to the fortress overlooking Bashka, we stumbled upon Bashka's Grand Hotel. They offered to store our bags and upon leaving we noticed an enticing swimming pool and wellness spa sign. We assumed that because of our disheveled backpacker look that we would be immediately spotted as intruders, and barred from accessing the crystal, chlorine waters and steaming wooden jacuzzis just beyond our reach. So we crept around and hid behind mirrored pillars and avoided the elevator that led to the lobby. We did everything we could to avoid being seen by the receptionist who kept giving us questioning glances as we tiptoed back and forth, zigzagging in front of her desk. But just then she turned her back and we darted past her into the hall to freedom! Down a couple flights of stairs, past the dripping German swimmers (are they taking over the world?), we peered into a candle lit hall with tropical plants, advertisments for chocolate massages, and comforting musak oozing up and down the off-white walls. But just then a toned and manicured man in those Thai drawstring trousers threatened to be the wall between us and luxury. So we faltered at the door with many "you do it!", "no, you do it, you're the girl". Finally, we pushed our way through with a solid plan. "May I help you?" One of us stammered "Pool" with an air of complete entitlement. "You're not guests, are you?" "No." And then we paid 3 Euro and went in. Really, our sneaking was an embarresingly large waste of time, but not enough to teach us not to do it next time. For after swimming round and round the large indoor pool and enjoying the luke warm jacuzzi (why would they do that?), we hatched a wonderful plan to sneak out of the spa with our backpacks, hop the fence and avoid paying double for the extra half hour we had stayed. We checked every nook and cranny, sneaking behind the lights and fences but could not find a way out. Dejected and resigned to paying we walked through the turnstile and past the reception and... did not have to pay. Once again our sneakiness was very effective and cost efficient.
Looking for a place to leave our bags so that we could walk up to the fortress overlooking Bashka, we stumbled upon Bashka's Grand Hotel. They offered to store our bags and upon leaving we noticed an enticing swimming pool and wellness spa sign. We assumed that because of our disheveled backpacker look that we would be immediately spotted as intruders, and barred from accessing the crystal, chlorine waters and steaming wooden jacuzzis just beyond our reach. So we crept around and hid behind mirrored pillars and avoided the elevator that led to the lobby. We did everything we could to avoid being seen by the receptionist who kept giving us questioning glances as we tiptoed back and forth, zigzagging in front of her desk. But just then she turned her back and we darted past her into the hall to freedom! Down a couple flights of stairs, past the dripping German swimmers (are they taking over the world?), we peered into a candle lit hall with tropical plants, advertisments for chocolate massages, and comforting musak oozing up and down the off-white walls. But just then a toned and manicured man in those Thai drawstring trousers threatened to be the wall between us and luxury. So we faltered at the door with many "you do it!", "no, you do it, you're the girl". Finally, we pushed our way through with a solid plan. "May I help you?" One of us stammered "Pool" with an air of complete entitlement. "You're not guests, are you?" "No." And then we paid 3 Euro and went in. Really, our sneaking was an embarresingly large waste of time, but not enough to teach us not to do it next time. For after swimming round and round the large indoor pool and enjoying the luke warm jacuzzi (why would they do that?), we hatched a wonderful plan to sneak out of the spa with our backpacks, hop the fence and avoid paying double for the extra half hour we had stayed. We checked every nook and cranny, sneaking behind the lights and fences but could not find a way out. Dejected and resigned to paying we walked through the turnstile and past the reception and... did not have to pay. Once again our sneakiness was very effective and cost efficient.
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