Finally, I met a bitchy French woman again. I was starting to wonder!! We are staying in the hôtel le plus pourri du monde (the most run-down hotel in the world). It's absolutely disgusting - it kind of makes me think that if I had a crazy great-aunt Tilly, this is what her house would be like. With inches of dust on all the furniture and cobwebs everywhere.

Both my co-worker and I had trouble sleeping last night because we felt like we had creepy crawlies all over us. It's pretty funny though, because I hit my head on the wall last night while getting into bed (I'm clumsy like that), and the technician said it made his bed shake and he thought the wall was going to cave in. But the walls are so thin that every time the technician would turn over in his bed, I would wake up (or vice versa).

To top it off, the owner is an absolute garce - between the noise and my tiny little bed full of lumps, I asked her if I could possibly change rooms to one with a double bed instead of two singles and she looked at me and said "Sorry, the hotel is full. Why don't you try just being less noisy? ". Let me tell you people, that is a big load of bullshit - there is no one but me and the technician (and a shit load of spiders) in that whole place.

But this is the same lady who said, when I called to reserve a room for the technician last December, "Sorry we're full" once she found out he was a foreigner. But when our client called to ask, there was magically a room available for him. Also, the technician told me yesterday that during the three days he was there, there wasn't a soul in that building. So "full", my ass! I went to the tourist office today to get a list of all of the gîtes and chambres d'hôtes in the area though, so next time, she will not be getting one piddly centime from us!

Here's some photo evidence (click on the pictures to zoom in). This is the view from my room:And down the street - most of the buildings in this village are crumbling and have holes in them: