By the Day or By the Hour

I stayed at a hotel in Kostanay, northern Kazakhstan which rented by the hour.  Now don't get me wrong.  It was a perfectly respectable establishment which had rates by the day, half day or hour.  There were no "working girls".  The hotel was located near the railway station so people would go there between trains or to wait for a train or what ever.  Flexible hours meant better service and it was busy.  It was fairly new, had a good restaurant, well appointed rooms and for me, most important - wireless internet.

But "by the hour" does lend itself to a certain amount of humour.

Especially the second night, when the sounds from the room overhead, beginning about 9:00 pm indicated the couple were not sleeping.  The woman was very vocally appreciative* of the attention shown her.  I emailed this information to Tanya who responded that I was a pervert for listening, that I should put the headphones over my ears and go to sleep and further that I should never go anywhere again without her.

I replied that I wished she was with me as we could have given them some competition, though I doubted for the full two hours and it certainly would have been easier to sleep**.

Tanya was telling Roman the next day, that I was staying at a bordello.  Roman said "Don't worry, Mom, the Kazakh girls are probably not too expensive".

*"I got a sweater for Christmas.  I was really hoping for a screamer or a moaner" - Stephen Wright.

**"The only thing better than the sleep of the just, is the sleep of the just after". David Frost.