I’m sitting in a grungy Motel 6 in Baltimore Maryland preparing to go to the Natural Products Expo East. I haven’t left my room since I arrived at 5pm, except to walk down to the liquor store\bar, to get some water, the area seems a bit sketchy.
On the way back to my room, I was stopped on the stairs by two young black men who warned me that the FEDs have been doing a sting on the motel because it’s a popular spot for escorts and their johns; so if I did that ‘sort of thing’, I should be careful. They then added that we should hang out and get to know each other. I smiled, extended my gratitude for the information and walked to my room wondering what about the baggy hiking gear I was wearing gave off that impression.
Later that eve, lights off, enjoying a mildly peaceful napping slumber, I heard a series of knocks on my door and saw the shadows of 4 feet. I sat up and paused, listening. I could hear them listening, knocking again and waiting. I didn’t move. I eyed the latch across my door and watched the shadows until they disappeared. They seemed nice enough and I appreciated the warning, but you can never be too careful.
As for the room: the bathtub is gross and cracked, with tiny little black hairs that aren’t mine. I have to wear my flip flops walking inside the room because my feet would get dirtier walking on the carpet than outside on the pavement. I cannot imagine the last time they might have cleaned this bedspread and the wi-fi doesn’t work. But hey, the AC blasts out such cold air it’s giving me brain freeze.
Yes, I did read the reviews and yes there were a few bad reviews, but come on! I have no idea how this place got even 3 stars. My original reservation which was booked in the beginning of August at the Holiday Inn Express, was mysteriously canceled and they were now booked solid. Unfortunately, I didn’t find this out until it was too late and now had very limited choices.
It’s now 5 in the morning, 7:15am rapidly approaching with a full day ahead of me and I’m still awake watching bad television, hoping my itchiness is due to my imagination and not real bed bugs. This situation makes that $300+ thermal suitcase I saw in the sky mall magazine which kills bed bugs before you get home so very appealing. I wonder if they have one big enough for me to crawl inside.
But, I’m here and for the next couple days, I’m dedicated to finding out what’s new in food, organic, regulations, GMO’s, and sharing it all with you…
Welcome to my trip to Baltimore folks…