Hotel Experience from Hell – Chiang Mai, Thailand

It was the Hotel Experience From Hell. I checked in. The owner wanted me to pay. I handed him dollars for three nights in a private room. He said no to dollars. I asked where can I get change. He said down the street. For the next couple of hours I wandered around Chiang Mai looking for an open bank or money exchanger. There were none to be had as it was late Sunday evening. I wondered why the owner didn’t know that. It cost me $10 to get the local currency to pay him out of an ATM – what I was trying to avoid. I went back to the hotel and told him about my difficulties and his wife laughed and laughed about it. I laughed right back and told her I thought her momma wore cowboy boots and worked in a Boy’s Town Donkey Show in Tijuana in my most proper English. I think the owner knew enough of my native tongue to know that I had insulted her in front of a dozen or so people. We had a few words about the quality of his establishment and the operational policies of the management team (him) and he told me that if I stayed he would make my life "very unhappy" so I paid for a night (just in case) and went out and found a place that was not so desirable and left the Hotel Experience From Hell. No, I didn’t ask for my money back. I was just glad to be out of the place without the psychotic owners doing something really, really weird.