Great thread
@Denali
I research more than I probably should - but browsing all those gorgeous hotel rooms is part of the fun nowadays.
Thank God we have the internet. You can peruse the Hotel's website and get a fair indication of what you're likely to get.
30 years ago it wasn't as easy.
Mr Clipped and I once planned a romantic holiday to Bali (pre-kids and pre-Windows'94). We relied on those fancy, glossy brochures in the travel agent and booked what we thought was a splendid sabbatical, in a splendid suite - in a splendid hotel in Bali....
We arrived to find a rather grand Reception area and were instantly enchanted. The clerk handed our room key over and a bell boy walked us to our room. Past the gorgeous gardens. Past the exquisite villas with their courtyards. Past the immense pool area and coughtail bar. Past the beautiful, laughing guests with their beautiful banana daiquiris. Past the back gate. Past the hot, humid and smelly laundry and down some dingy lane way.
We arrived at what could best be described as a Kings Cross side street on a Saturday night. Our room was a coughroach-ridden second floor unit. I believe it was the Hotel's servant quarters. There was a rusty bath - full of rusty water, a small bar fridge that had the door sticky-taped shut - and the ultimate insult: a spindly, rickety single bed. For
two people. We marched straight back and demanded to know what was going on. How surprising that they lost their command of English. They somehow explained to us that the perfectly acceptable room was all they had. We threatened to leave, but after the convenient appearance of more money - we were promised a better room for the rest of our 10 day stay - on the proviso that we occupy the slum suite for one night. Exhausted - we agreed and handed over a ridiculous surcharge.
We stayed the night and broke the bed. I'm sure there were only two screws left in it. Now, before, y'all hail Mr Clipped as a stud - there was LITERALLY two metal screws holding it together.
Next day, we were presented with a fabulous villa overlooking that fabulous pool. Our much-larger (King) bed held together for the rest of our holiday - and nine months later, we welcomed our firstborn daughter.
True Story.