Today, I stayed in a $3.70 hotel room, which was as sketchy as you might expect. Three walls and the ceiling were made out of plywood, obviously tacked on to a concrete wall beside it in a brazen attempt to include another room in a space that was meant to be either a closet or simply a small empty space. There is a number six boldly placed on the door, daring you to think of the area behind it as anything but a legitimate hotel room. A sharp knock on the door or wall would definitely constitute breaking and entering, however unintentional. In a stroke of luxury, there is a small table and an electrical outlet next to the bed – nothing else could possibly fit unless it were hanging. Once the door is closed, the room smells intensely of cheap wood.

All $3 worth

All $3 worth

Hotel rooms like these are part of the reason I carry my own pillowcase when I travel (I don’t want my face pressed against a questionably clean pillow all night). After a cursory inspection of the sheets and blankets, I decided it was also a good night to cocoon myself in my lightweight travel sleeping bag.

I have consistently stayed in low budget hotels on this trip, but this room was so bad that I took an actual step back when I opened the door and laughed out loud. But I needed somewhere to sleep and you can’t really beat $3.70 for a hotel room.