Kaew
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The public areas of the building are exquisite, full of centuries-old furnishings and works of art! My room was small and plain, but perfectly adequate for a solo traveler. It was a bit warm and stuffy, and I couldn't figure out any way to modify the temperature, but I'd always rather be too warm than too cold. I thought it would be nice to open the window and take in the view and a bit of air, but I couldn't figure out how to do that either! The panels were shut by one obvious lock, but after that was opened, they were still fastened at the bottom some by other mechanism that I couldn't access or perceive, so I concluded that maybe the window wasn't supposed to be opened? I might have put more effort into figuring out how to change the temperature or open the window, but I was only there for one night, so it wasn't a big deal. ||A funny thing happened when I was checking in. I gave the woman at the desk my passport and she handed me the key, and then we both stood there looking expectantly at one another. After a moment of mutual confusion she indicated that I was all set, and I pointed out, "You still have my passport." She indicated that they would give it back to me the next day, when I checked out. "I can't let you have my passport!" I protested in alarm, thinking about how many other borders I needed to cross in the next couple weeks, together with my propensity to forget things. I suppose that the expectation of keeping guest's passports during their stay is a sign of how old-fashioned this place is, but it's not something I would still expect to happen these days outside of a human trafficking situation! Luckily she was willing acommodate me and take a picture of my passport info—like, you know, literally every other hotel does these days—so it just turned into an amusing incident and not a source of major anxiety. ||Overall it was a pleasant stay for one night, and worth it just to enjoy the interiors of the beautiful historic building.