May 06, 2003
Stone Cold Mad
TodayFM have been running a competition to send two people to Sweden to stay in the Ice Hotel in Kiruna for a weekend. Now, as long as I lived in Sweden, I could never see the point of a hotel where the beds are basically blocks of ice, and you have to swaddle yourself in sleeping bags to sleep on them. The rest of the hotel is made of ice too, so a quiet drink at the bar is an evening of sitting on a pile of ice in layers of Goretex, listening to your fellow-drinkers ordering a drink and saying, No ice, please, as if they were the first to think of it. Hilaaaarious, No.
I know it's a question of making a virtue of necessity, but imagine if there was a hotel in Roundstone called the Rain Hotel, that was essentially a large boghole, and you got to sleep in a muddy puddle. Shite, anyone ? Actually, now that I think of it
I am reminded of the adventure of an acquaintance, who, while trudging home to his apartment in Stockholm one night, was inspired by the large pile of snow that had been deposited in the courtyard of his building by a snowplough. He decided to build an igloo, and after an hour or so, had tunnelled right into the centre of the pile (which was about 8 feet high). Proud of his achievement, he was going to sleep there but though better of it. Not because of the danger of hypothermia but because he had run out of whiskey. Oh, did I mention that he had a bottle of Jameson, which he used to scoop out the snow (between swigs), as well as, and I am just guessing here, having some part in inspiring him in the first place.
Posted by Monasette at May 6, 2003 11:36 PM