you know what i hate? children

You know what I hate?  Kids.  I mean, my niece seems nice, and my friends’ kids are alright, and my future kids will likely be mildly tolerable, but when I’m traveling….they suck.  We met friends in Bangkok who were staying at the fantastic Four Seasons. They invite us over to lounge by the pool.  We stroll down, towels in hand and have to sit at opposite ends of the pool due to all the rotten ankle-biters and their detached parents monopolizing chairs.  We relax, order Mojitos, lean back in the sun and BAM! Wet beach ball to the head.  Rotten kids.

It’s likely not the kids I hate, it’s probably moreso the idiot parents.  They’re complete and utter lack of response to the brat that’s yelling from the top of his lungs for a stupid hotdog; or letting them bounce around on the seat in front of me on the plane; or playing with their food tray behind me; or running down the hotel hallway just to touch the stupid elevator button at 7am; or spilling my coffee as they race for the buffet or getting sand all over me as I lie on the beach…I paid my money to relax at a resort, not be the surrogate for some clown with poor parenting skills. 

Luckily, some hotels are restricting access for hellions, some will say none under 18, 16 or 13.  And I’m not saying there has to be absolutely no kids, just a few less makes it soooo much better. It also seems now that some hotels are being designed more for those who have progressed into adulthood.  So I try to stay away from the big chains hotels, boutique hotels seem to be more geared towards those that don’t wet the bed.

Generally the bigger the hotel (it seems to me) the better the chance of kids/families and the more chance of me being annoyed.  If you’ve got any better ideas to find kid-free accommodations, I’m all ears because I’m starting to see, I’m not the only one.