Room for 8

by Christina Haller

This story is part of our 'Funniest hotel experiences' series, featuring tales from luxury hotel guests which were sent in for our recent travel writing competition. Photo by QNR.


As a college freshman at the University of Minnesota, eight girlfriends and I decided to take a trip for spring break. Problem was, of course, as poor college freshmen, we didn't have much money. So off we went on a Greyhound bus to Corpus Christi, Texas.

Well 1400 miles and 23 hours later we finally arrived. We had all decided it was financially best if all eight of us shared one hotel room. Heck, after splitting the room eight ways we could actually afford dinner every night; aside from the loaves of bread and jars of peanut butter and jelly we had packed.

We assumed having eight people in a room would be frowned upon, so six of us waited outside upon check-in. The desk clerk was on to us before we even walked in. We were notified that only four people maximum were allowed in the room and that they would be watching us, as would the security cameras, to make sure the rest of us were 'locals' indeed, as we had told her.

So every day of our weeklong vacation, four of us had to wake up before the front office opened and lay on the beach until the office closed, in an effort to not get caught. Basically, sleeping for a few hours on the hotel room floor and then being quarantined outside for twelve hours a day, which caused me such bad sunburn leading to blisters and peeling like I had third degree burns.

Needless to say, two long bus rides, sleeping on a hotel room floor, being stuck outside all day, and getting third degree burns was probably the worst 'vacation' I could ever have imagined. The money we saved on the extra room, however, allowed us to keep those jars of peanut butter sealed as we found a new restaurant to eat at every night. Which of course, was priority.

I can only ask myself one thing looking back: What were we thinking?

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