It's a nice little hotel, I must say--Nana came across it on Agoda, a discount hotel website that seems to do a lot of business in Asia. It looks like a dump from the street (but then again, so does just about everything here), but the inside is tastefully decorated and spotlessly clean. Plus, the room is almost as big as our apartment in Fukuoka, with a really posh bathroom, to boot.
The best feature, though, is the "romance" dial beside the bed.
I was kind of hoping this would be something really tacky, like a vibrating bed or mood music or something. Alas, it's nothing more than an Engrish-ified dimmer switch.
PS: It is so cool to watch Nana spring her Chinese on unsuspecting locals. Today, she navigated the whole freakin' island--bought train tickets (with reserved seats!), asked directions, found yummy food. That she does so fearlessly, and to the obvious delight of her audiences, only makes it much more charming.
In fact, the only language-related mishap this whole trip was an unlooked-for order of chicken feet.
. . . and which I stopped eating after the first bite. (Think chicken skin, with the consistency of a Gobstopper.)
PPS: We're saving the good food for a later post.
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