I was curious.
What exactly was a 'Love Hotel'?
Rented by the hour or the night ... suspicious looking people shuffling in back entrances.
I'd been in Bangkok for a week and neon signs everywhere had piqued my curiosity.
I should have known.
Renting anything relating to 'love' by the hour can't be good.
Not that I object ... it's just not my poison.
Each to their own.
I found a hotel on Ratchadaphisek Road.
It had no windows. Probably should have given it away, but I entered the foyer, which was excessively beige and not at all suggestive of what was going on in the rooms upstairs.
The receptionist was neat and charming.
What was I worried about?
But only for a moment.
When I got to my room I noticed sticky hand prints covering the wall above the bed.
I checked the nightstand.
I thought as much.
I called down to reception.
Several litres of bleach later the smell of - whatever that smell was - was gone and replaced with an eye-watering hospital grade scent of cleanliness.
And it's not just in Thailand.
There are love hotels all over the world catering to secret assignations, starstruck lovers and horny business men.