Descriptive Writing - Hotels Essays - Indus Basin, Swat District

Descriptive Writing - Hotels My vision of the perfect ending to a stressful day is easily described. I walk through the front door, and I am greeted with a cheerful smile and a helping hand with my belongings. Then, a complete stranger in a tuxedo, who makes casual conversation with me, escorts me to my room. As he opens the door for me, I enter a beautifully arranged room with everything in complete order as if it has never been touched. Even the damp towel from my morning shower has been replaced by a fresh one. Later in the evening, I have the dinner of my choice delivered to me by another smiling man dressed in a tuxedo. No, I am not dreaming. This dream day can happen to anyone on any day of the year without winning the lottery. This mythical day could be yours for as little as $100 a night. Yes, this can be yours at any luxury hotel. As a child, I thought hotels were mansions. Perhaps the most memorable part of any of these skyscrapers was the revolving door. I mastered the ultimate prank to pull on younger siblings. Once my kid brother would get half way through the revolving door, I would stop walking. This doesnt sound very scary does it? However, if you are four years old and a sissy, it is terrifying. My brother would be stuck between the outside and the inside and was too weak to escape. I am sure that this is a classic prank in all families and one that usually results in a swat on the behind. I am equally sure that the swat is well worth it. After surviving the revolving door, I can see plants on my left and right. In the center of the lobby is a small water fountain filled with crystal clear water and old pennies scattered across its aqua bottom. Up ahead are more plants, the reservation desk, and three clerks dressed in burgundy vests and white undershirts nearly hidden by their computers. Behind the clerks is a solid white wall with four identical clocks, each showing the time for a different time zone. Once I am checked in, a nicely dressed young man pushing a solid brass cart with a red carpeted base comes over and loads all of my luggage and sometimes even my youngest sibling onto the cart. As two large metal doors open, my whole family steps into a closet-sized elevator. Surrounded by mirrors, my family encounters one of the biggest conflicts of the day. Who will push the floor destination button? This usually results in at least five circular buttons being lit up and my father pushing the emergency stop button. This time, everyone gets a swat on the behind, including the bell boy. The first thing I notice when I walk in the hotel room is the near-freezing draft flowing throughout the room. The bathroom, which resembles the kind seen in hospitals, is usually on the left. It has a white tiled floor, white towels, white walls, and white shower curtain. A large mirror hangs at eye level and below it is the bogus marble sink. On the vanity lies a complimentary basket of toiletries, which includes a bar of facial soap, a bar of deodorant soap, a bottle of shampoo, a bottle of conditioner and, if you are lucky, a shower cap that no guest ever uses. I dont have any actual statistics to back this up, but I believe that these are the items most likely to be stolen nationwide. After touring the bathroom, I and my brothers have done our touring and have made our way to the trampoline/beds. We receive another swat on the behind that is well worth it. Then we settle in, fluff our pillows, kick back and enjoy the free cable. From this point on, a major portion of the vacation week is spent loafing and indulging ourselves with food and drink from the tiny, never-empty refrigerator that keeps magically refilling itself. Checking out is like having a root canal. No one really wants to do it, but it has to be done. There will be no more loafing around all day, no more room service and no more free beverages. What? They werent free? Why wasnt I told about this? I thought that guy on the Kenmore commercial magically refilled those little refrigerators for free. How much? Now everyone gets another swat on the behind. In essence, staying in a nice