Comments on: Why I Hate Some Hotel Beds

By: Jack

Jack — Thu, 04 Oct 2018 08:37:02 +0000

In reply to James portman. I guess it's down to personal preferences. With a duvet I kick it off when I'm hot, and pull it over me again when I cool down. I wake up in the morning without the war zone look that I tend to get with sheets and blankets :)

By: James portman

James portman — Thu, 27 Sep 2018 05:30:16 +0000

In hot weather a duvet can be unbearable in a hotel or inn because you can’t control your degree of covering. With sheets and blanket you can.

By: Jack

Jack — Tue, 03 May 2016 17:16:12 +0000

In reply to martin. Now you're talking. I might have written this one about tucked in sheets, but pillows are my real bugbear. My heart sinks when I see one flaccid excuse for a pillow on a bed... and no spares in the wardrobe. Cushions, spare blankets, all sorts have been used to try to give my head a bit of height and the hope of at least some sleep. I hate flat pillows.

By: Jack

Jack — Tue, 03 May 2016 17:09:05 +0000

In reply to martin. Hotel bed nightmare. I feel your pain :)

By: martin

martin — Tue, 03 May 2016 16:36:15 +0000

And then, of course, there’s the question of pillows. Not only are my budget-oriented hotels stingy with pillows, it’s almost an insult to pillows to call what they provide that. Put your head on and, thunk, you’re all the all the way through to the mattress.

By: martin

martin — Tue, 03 May 2016 16:16:40 +0000

You’d probably enjoy the bed and sheet arrangement that I experienced at the Trianflor in Puerto de la Cruz on my last visit, Jack. There was a double mattress – which was nice – I’ve had hotels that happily remove one of the two single beds when there is but one guest. What made this nice (or bloody awful if you were me) is that they used single sheets both top and bottom. The sheets were overlapped slightly but, of course, there wasn’t a hope that they’d ever stay put. By morning, you’d be lying on the mattress with various parts entangled in sheets and/or being scratched by the woolly blanket.

Eventually, I begged the maid to give me a double sheet. She spoke no English; I speak almost no Spanish, but I managed to convey the idea. When I got back to my room that day, she had done as I asked. She gave me a double sheet. One. I couldn’t bring myself to ask her for a second but at least one side stayed put for the rest of my stay!