An Uncomfortable Night
Put the following sentences in the right order:
1. This happened about ten years ago when I was on holiday in England. |
A. After a while we arrived in a dark, narrow street and the taxi stopped outside an old building. |
B. and saw that I was covered with red marks. Bed bugs! |
C. And then I began to feel itchy too. I switched on the light |
D. as a friend had recommended one before I left. It was the White House Hotel. |
E. But he smiled and shook his head. ‘All our rooms are the same’, he said. |
F. Fortunately it was August, so we didn’t freeze to death. |
G. He showed us up to a room on the top floor – a long climb. |
H. I told the name to the taxi driver and he drove off, giving me a slightly strange look. |
I. It was too late to find another hotel so we ended up sleeping in the bus station. |
J. Not wanting to get bitten all night, we decided to check out there and then. |
K. such a terrible place. ‘White House?’ she said, pulling a face. I never told you |
L. The old man gave us our money back without complaining – perhaps he was used to it. |
M. There was no bathroom and the room smelled of damp but it was now midnight. |
N. There was no lift in the hotel and the man at reception looked about a hundred years old. |
O. There was nothing we could do, so we got undressed and went to bed. |
P. to go to the White House Hotel – everyone knows it’s a dump. I said the White Horse Hotel!’ |
Q. We arrived in Cambridge very late. However, I knew the name of a hotel |
R. We went downstairs and asked the ancient receptionist for another room. |
S. We’d only been in bed for a few minutes when I heard my friend scratching. |
T. When I saw my friend again a few weeks later, I asked her why she’d recommended |
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Travel anecdote: an uncomfortable night |
This happened about ten years ago when I was on holiday in England. + |
We arrived in Cambridge very late. However, I knew the name of a hotel |
as a friend had recommended one before I left. It was the White House Hotel. |
I told the name to the taxi driver and he drove off, giving me a slightly strange look. |
After a while we arrived in a dark, narrow street and the taxi stopped outside an old building. + |
There was no lift in the hotel and the man at reception looked about a hundred years old.+ |
He showed us up to a room on the top floor – a long climb. * |
There was no bathroom and the room smelled of damp but it was now midnight. + |
There was nothing we could do, so we got undressed and went to bed. |
We’d only been in bed for a few minutes when I heard my friend scratching. |
And then I began to feel itchy too. I switched on the light |
and saw that I was covered with red marks. Bed bugs! |
We went downstairs and asked the ancient receptionist for another room. |
But he smiled and shook his head. ‘All our rooms are the same’, he said. |
Not wanting to get bitten all night, we decided to check out there and then. + |
The old man gave us our money back without complaining – perhaps he was used to it.* |
It was too late to find another hotel so we ended up sleeping in the bus station. + |
Fortunately it was August, so we didn’t freeze to death.* |
When I saw my friend again a few weeks later, I asked her why she’d recommended** |
such a terrible place. ‘White House?’ she said, pulling a face. I never told you** |
to go to the White House Hotel – everyone knows it’s a dump. I said the White Horse Hotel!’** |
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