My hotel was, in many ways, just what I had in mind. Small and old fashioned and on the very edge of a currently cool barrio. It had water mark lacquered floors and a communal area which was once a garage and a roof terrace. The showers and the loo were the same small room. My bedroom was like a cell, tiny. The dormitory next to me was inhabited by shrieking American girls. Still, I stayed there for three weeks - which will probably be the longest I'll stay in any one place until I leave South America.
It was also very orange.
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