In my travels, I’ve slept on quite a variety of surfaces. Hard beds in China, futons in Japan, charpoys in India, even, once, the floor of a third-class Indian rail car on a piece of sleeping bag mat that I carried with me. But for sheer discomfort, nothing beats the bed here. Lillia and I were shocked when we first sat down on it; it is hard as a rock. I looked under the fitted sheet to see if there was a big plank of wood under there, but no, it was just a mattress with a hard plastic top. Yen-Wen’s parents actually sleep on a solid wood bed with no mattress at all!
I didn’t want to complain about the bed, but after the second night I woke up feeling like I’d been bludgeoned with a baseball bat. I spoke to Yen-Wen about it, and she got me a couple of thick quilts to pad it with. This has made a great difference, but I still miss my Tempurpedic.
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