I really, really like hotels. There's nothing honestly special about hotels in and of themselves, they're very simply just places where money is exchanged for a place to sleep. For me, the endless intrigue about these places comes from the quiet and comfortable atmosphere they possess, like a bridge between worlds; a place to recuperate, organize your thoughts, a bastion to be anonymous in a location you don't call home. In 2008 I got given a crimson Nintendo DS lite for my birthday, a gift that's probably gotten thousands of cumulative hours of use right up to today (one of my big regrets is not bringing it to Japan with me). Along with this console came a special little palm-sized gadget you might be familiar with - an R4 card, able to download and store dozens of games and also probably not 100% lawful in Nintendo's eyes. I remember sitting down at the family PC with my dad as we booted up the program needed to transfer games and reveling in awe at just how man...