I remember the first time I stayed at a Marriott. I felt so proud. To think that I, a mere coolie from the backwaters of the Corentyne, could one day rise so high that I could stay at a hotel frequented by ordinary white trash and breathe the same air as they breathe. Drink the same putrid instant coffee. Eat the same crummy continental breakfast. Get frustrated by their inane wi-fi password systems. Deal with the same unhelpful staff. How far my family has traveled I tell ya.

From the logie to wan fancy Marriott. Jai Shri Bhagwanji! Jai!