The adventures of a backpacker

Eleanor West yawned as she climbed the stairs up to the room that would be there home for however long they could stand it. From the outside, the building hadn't looked particularly impressive. She tried to show some optimism but the jet lag was making it quite difficult. Dragging along behind her, Claire Thompson, her best friend was considering sleeping on the stairs. "Please tell me this is it" She whined. "Next floor" Eleanor stated. A long, narrow corridor awaited them. Counting each door as the passed, they found their room. "Here goes nothing" Eleanor said as she turned the key, the door swinging open.