Wednesday, April 6, 2011

first night in the Kempinski hotel

Kempinski hotels are supposed to be among the absolute best in the world, and I am in one of them. How did a lowly aid worker come to rest in the Kempinski? Well, it's a question of location, convenience, and colleagues who made a very good business deal.

I must say, however, that my first night here has been utterly exhausting. Here are a few of the highlights:

- I decided to escape briefly to the gym before moving on with my evening. This gym is on the top floor overlooking the Nile. Oh yeah! BUT... in a stroke of irony, the machines all have fancy little televisions mounted so you can watch and jog at the same time. And those little TVs blocked my view of the Nile. I call that: two perks canceling each other out.

- When I got back from the gym, I found that my butler. Yes, I'll write that again: my BUTLER. My butler... my butler had rearranged my stuff to turn down the room for the night. I'd pulled out my clothes in a rush to find my running gear and had put a pile on the bed and a pile on the chair. He'd then moved those to the closet. And he'd rearranged my shoes and stuff. This made me feel very very awkward. So I locked the door with the deadbolt and put up the do-not-disturb sign (a hanging made of leather that says "shhh").

- After my shower, I had a skype date with my lovely sister-in-law but, low and behold, the Internet had stopped working. I was connected to the network just not the Internet. Ick. So I got dressed to go down to the lobby to ask about this little inconvenience.

- I tried to open the door but nothing. Nada. That dead bolt wasn't going ANYWHERE. So I had no choice but to call my butler (with whom I have bonded in the last few hours, after all). He came and asked me to undo the deadbolt and it took me a while to explain to him that therein was the problem! After 45 minutes of four men banging and wiggling from the outside, a custodian jumped in over the balcony and opened it with ease. Stupid me - all that wiggling had loosened it up but I hadn't thought to try it again!

- The hotel manager was with the men in the hallway and when he entered, he said something along the lines of, "Yes, I guess that bolt might be a bit hard for some LADIES to turn." Oh, he got an earful from me! He offered me dinner on the house and I might have accepted but I asked to change rooms anyway and that took another two hours. I'm too tired for free dinner.

- Yes, it took two hours for them to change my room and I'm so so tired. During those two hours, fortunately, the guy did get my internet fixed - apparently my computer had to be "approved" on their system or something like that. And I called the butler once or twice to see what was going on and made a trip to the lobby to remind them I exist.

- In the new room, the first thing I did was test the deadbolt. And it was TIGHT! Not as bad as the first room, but it had that potential. So we called maintenance.

- I called room service and begged for a hamburger, nothing but a hamburger, medium instead of well-done because I'm tired. I'm waiting for that hamburger right now.

- Then I turned on the TV. It didn't work. I called the butler again. My butler has gone off duty and another guy showed up to activate my TV. He wanted to give me the whole tour of the room, which proved a bit helpful. It turns out that my movies-on-demand and my drinks in the frigobar are complimentary. Booyah. Or I could just go to sleep.

And here I am, feeling like an extremely demanding and prissy rich woman.

Dear Imperfect Prose friends, I so enjoy our community and am loving feeling that you're my friends I meet up with once a week. I know this isn't the deep sharing I try to do on Thursdays but I hope you accept it anyway. If you're wondering how many times a girl can move in a year, watch this space. This year is proving impressive. I think I'll be here in Egypt for a month.

p.s. my hamburger just came. On its own white-clothed and rose-ornamented ROLLING TABLE. I can't handle this elegance. Where's the street food?!

13 comments:

happygirl said...

Kati, this sounds LOVELY. I hope you can enjoy the 5 star treatment, even by men. Be safe and try to have fun. I love your stories.

HisFireFly said...

I enjoy trying to keep track of your travels, and praying you about...

enjoy the deluxe treatment

Carrie Burtt said...

All I can say is enjoy! :-) You deserve it!
:-)

Brian Miller said...

wow. you are getting quite the royal treatment...does your butler have a cool name...butlers always have cool names....

Lisa notes... said...

Kati,
I come here exactly because of this stuff that you share. Where else can I get this??? :-) Keep it coming.
Blessings,
Lisa

Anna said...

New here, and to your blog, and fascinated with the fact you are in a fancy hotel from where you can actually see the Nile River. How was the burger?

Joybird said...

I agree, enjoy the glamorous as well as the gritty (which you have seen still trickles into the glamorous). I love traveling vicariously with you, it doesn't have to be earth shattering or life changing. And I find that (in my limited experience) the more expensive the hotel the pickier I get. Sleep deep!!

David N. said...

Sounds like quite an adventure, albeit of a different sort than you're used to. I could picture this all happening, and I could picture that bolt turning easily as soon as the custodian tried it.

Cathy said...

Thanks for bringing us along for the ride. Enjoy!

Wandering On Purpose said...

This sounds awesome. Soak it all in!

emily wierenga said...

lol oh wow kati! what an evening! you had me laughing so hard... sigh. good storytelling!

alittlebitograce said...

I'm still giggling...Kati, you write such beautiful little vignettes that draw me across the globe to wherever you are this week. May you continue to be blessed as you journey toward Home.

Craig said...

Some of the finest hotels can be such a challenge. Your story brought me right in - like I was there. And I have been, in my life, right there. Thank you for this, it was funny and real and it makes me glad that your home is the same as mine - heaven. God bless and keep .

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