The First Night in Chinatown

Once I arrived at the steps of the Sun Bright I was tired and sweaty. The air in New York takes a long while to get used to. Just imagine walking through a rainforest where instead of water the trees are fed piss and trash to produce a tropical city smell. Climbing the stairs I then turn to see a middle aged Asian man working the counter, picking his toe nails. Paying no mind to his job I should have had a blow horn to get his attention. I had reserved my spot already so getting in should have no problem, but he wanted more of a print out.. I didn't have one so he wanted to see my phone. Now we exchanged a brief yelling and shouting on one corner I was protecting my phone from his grimy, thief prone hands. And he was blindly asking to see my email which can only be seen when the phone is in his hands... You can see my predicament.. But my stomach was aching for food and my 50pound bag wasn't the best comfort. Giving in I handed over the phone and he checked me in for a night. Walking up the stairs I almost cursed that I had been scammed. The first two floors were a combination of cubicles lined like how you would hold chickens in a coup. It was hotter and stank even worse than any street I had been on so far. Filled with the Chinese workers this is what they called home.. Terrible. Working my way up I found a steel door separating the stair well from my own soon to be home. I opened the door and was relieved that I had found my own Antarctica in the midst of this hellish heat. I was pleased with the cool breeze that froze the sweat I had accumulated through my trip. I'm pressed with my find I walked down what looked like rows of changing rooms. Boy was I wrong these where the rooms they were as wide as two doors and inside long enough for a twin bed (see attached pic). Size usually matters but for now this would do, my bag can be safe and I can go on the prowl for some food. I wondered out side and found that the mix of rich, poor, food, and trash was separated by just blocks at the corner trash piles and across the street people are eating $30 plates in little Italy. I found my way to the warmth of a food cart he was already my friend greeted me with his Brooklyn accent saying he was going to take care of me and prepared me a $6 feast of chicken on rice with some fire sauce. Walking around I tired my self out while I ate, heading back to my coffin of a sleeping area. Settling down I realized that the a/c had a dripping of cold water conveniently over my legs, this was going to be a long night.