Hotel California you can never leave

Hotel California
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'

There is a song by the Rock Group - The Eagles - who sang.

I really like this song, I will admit, I have no clue what the lyrics are trying to tell me, nevertheless, I do get a feeling there are Hotel CaliforniaS on the planet.

They were a little post Vietnam era, a little acid casualty era. It was a time of Salvador Dali, strange ideas and when a separate reality was sought. Imagine a bunch of Post Vietnam Hippies Veterans coming to an area of the Philippines and starting Hotels.... What would you want or what you do, how would you make a hotel in a place where nobody at home would ever come and look. Vietnam, WW II, these worlds will make anyone a little crazy.

The world is NORMAL, anything and everything is NORMAL.

"Hotel California"

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice suprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'

Hotel California


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In Delhi, we met 3 Welsh guys who were doing a similar thing to us.

They said the last hotel they stayed in was utterly bizaare. The hotellier did not want them to leave at all.

If they wanted to go get food, he would tell them he would get it for them. If they wanted to buy clothes, he would go for them. If they wanted to sight-see, he would tell them how dull the sights were.

We have a comedy show in Britain called The League of Gentlemen. One of the 'stories' is set in a small village. When you enter the town, there is a sign which says 'Welcome to Royston Vasey: you may NEVER leave.'

Surreal, creepy, weird hotellier who wanted to keep hold of his guests and wrap them in bubble wrap (and probably get money out of them).

They checked out.

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