When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon that closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us. – Alexander Graham Bell
This afternoon I am moving hostels, partly out of not wanting to support a business that had me working almost 7-days a week and has chosen to kick me out if I didn’t want to pay $10 a night. Already I am feeling so much better, and I haven’t even walked out the door, but I am sitting in the lobby talking with other new friends that are staying at the current Diablo Hostel (Siam Journey Guesthouse) waiting for the downpour to let up. And surprise, surprise Nethan is supposed to be working but is not even at the hostel and I feel bad because other guests that knew I was managing were asking if they could print their flight itineraries, or get change, or even some other simple questions. Well the second I tried to login to the hostel computer to assist these guests, that I now consider great friends, I apologize and tell them that Nethan has changed everything unfortunately I cannot help them. There is also a girl that is waiting to see if we have an open bed for the night and just by looking on her face I can tell she is exhausted. I sit and talk with her and tell her the same thing, that unfortunately since I no longer have access to the computer system I am unsure if there is a bed available, because the whiteboard that when I was working was always up to date, was never done by Nethan and so I couldn’t trust if there was a bed. So after a few hours she decided to leave and find another place to stay and I wouldn’t be surprised if a negative Trip Advisor review will be appearing.
Well the torrential rain has let up just enough, and so just after 12:30pm I make it to the busy Phaya Thai Road where I am refused by 5 different taxi drivers to take me to Soi Rambutree Road, the other side of town, which is only a 15-minute drive. Finally, an elderly man agrees to take me there for 100 THB ($3.21) and by now I am already covered in a mix of light rain and sweat from the humidity. Stumbling upon Lamphu House, several days early in my wander walking tour of Bangkok, this hostel is amazing with a prime location. First of all the hostel is tucked between a few other structures and is about 100 yards from the bustling Rambutree Road and is less than a 5-minute walk from the world famous Khaosan Road. When you first walk around the corner past the one billionth 7 Eleven that is scattered throughout Bangkok, there is a large amazing courtyard with tons of chairs, a restaurant, and a handful of amenities–this truly is a full service hostel. While there are no dorms, this hostel provides private rooms (doubles, triples, even two doubles) for more than a $1 a day night cheaper than Siam Journey Guesthouse for their 10-bed dorm that over the previous past few days had some type of B.O. (body odor for the internationals) that smelled worse than used a used diaper filled with Indian food, seriously. It was often so rank when opening the door to the dorm that I felt embarrassed that this is where they would be sleeping. Even when I attempted to leave just the fan on all day, the smell had nowhere to escape, but continued to build up it seemed.