I gave up counting the different hotel rooms I have been living in, but this is the first one, that requires me to squeeze through a tiny window and jump off the window, trusting this who-knows-how-old-rope to catch me in time, before hitting the litter filled piece of back lot from the 9th floor. Just the other night the alarm went off a few times during the night and I almost feared I would be time to test my climbing and abseiling skills ( learned in the beautiful mountains of Arizona years ago). But nothing happened, except for me to loose my sleep.
