In a
wooden grand staircase passing through a prominent stained glass; a spacious
lobby of a high ceiling adorned by a large swarovski
crystal chandelier, who would have thought that we have entered a capsule
hostel in Metro Manila.
I
have my own perception of how it feels to stay in a capsule hostel. And actually, though I have been wanting to
try out for mere curiosity, it wouldn’t happen.
It doesn’t interest me.
I
find it weird to be sleeping in such a long, narrow space that resembles a
coffin and prone to anxiety attack for the claustrophobics. Perceptions change and I have come to the
conclusion that it all depends on who you are with, and that interests may
adjust. I am no solo traveler after all.
Across
the Robinsons Malate Mall, the dangling electrical lines fronting this façade
nevertheless did not obstruct the classy interiors of the building as peeked
through the almost-all-glass-walls of
the Tambayan Capsule Hostel and the al fresco bar at the second floor.
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