I have spent the night in some pretty amazing places. Like on the shores of the Grand Canal in Venice.
In the shadows of Canterbury Cathedral.
And over Memorial Day weekend. at the Historic Botel in Savannah, Tennessee.
You have to understand about Botels. A botel is a “hotel for boats.” We stayed at a botel in the Keys a few years ago. It was a campy place–the back door led to a deck where you tied up your boat. It was cool.
So when we decided to go to the Shiloh battlefield over Memorial Day, I started looking for places to stay.
I love fancy hotels. I love staying on concierge floors in rooms that come with fluffy robes and complimentary cocktails. But I like camp as well. So when I saw a botel on the Tennessee River, I thought it would be like the one in the Keys.
This was the picture of the Historic Botel’s pool on their web site:
Here’s husband’s picture:
Note Port-A-Potty and beer gut. Also, please notice that this botel was not on the water. But it did have its own strange totem:
That’s a fish head on the awning.
So, it wasn’t my favorite hotel, or even my favorite botel. But since I had chosen it, I was stuck with it. I made the most of it. I grabbed a beer and some cheese from the cooler and made myself at home in the shade on the deck. The owner’s cat coame by and I read. All in all, not bad.
As long as you ignore the fish head.