With our reservation up, Bunny and I bid our adieu to The Sunset Motel.
The only real complaint we had about the place was the plumbing—straight out of the 50s. The inflow of water during our showers did not match the outflow of water down the drain, so we were continuously up to our ankles in water. Also, there was a fine line (about 2mm) between “boiling alive” and “flash frozen.” And the less said about the toilet, the better.
The other complaint we had (and I'll admit this is totally a First-World 21st Century problem) was the rather lackluster wi-fi access point (more like a yo-yo wi-fi access point). Most of the time I used the “Personal Hotspot” function of my iPhone due to the poor performance of the wi-fi (and managed to burn through half our “Trust Us! One gigabyte is more than you need” data plan in a few days—damn you overly large webpages!—but I admit, I'm a special case here).
But with our reservation sunsetting on The Sunset Motel, there was a reservation rising at The Red House Inn.
Again, due to recurrent procrastination, I couldn't reserve the room we wanted, but that's not to say the room we got was bad. It's not.
And like the previous room, the bathroom has a shower with dual-shower heads.
Now I'm wondering if all the rooms here at The Red House Inn have dual-shower heads.
Also in the room is a beautiful writing desk that I've taken over.
And so far, the wi-fi access here has been fantastic (no First-World 21st Century problems here)!