I will have had three hotel rooms today.
Since my arrival room 302 has been my home. It’s a corner room looking at a tower block from one window and up the street towards the art gallery from the other. Unfortunately the room was also above what must be an alarm bell which rang with enough frequency to be annoying. So when it rang at 5am this morning I decided it was time to request another quieter room.
So I was moved to room 409. I unpacked everything, hid the suitcases in the cupboard ready enjoy the peace and quiet. Unfortunately my new room was across from the mosque and the call to prayer was carried into my room by a loud speaker. As I am out most of the day anyway, I though that a couple of times in the early evening would not be a problem… however first call to prayer of the day is at 4pm so I am now sitting in 409 waiting to be moved again.
I should also have noticed the little packet of ear plugs on the bedside table.