For reasons of cost, we always tried to stay two people to a room, but the hotel in Shimla had only four single rooms, each of which contained a damp bed, a DIY shower that basically consisted of a bucket and a spoon, a very nasty bath tub, an even nastier toilet, and, in the case of my room, a discarded condom wrapper. We were exhausted; all we wanted was to have a shower in a clean bathroom, eat, and then fall asleep in a comfortable bed, which made finding ourselves in a hotel like that even more disheartening than it might otherwise have been. It wasn't a great start to our journey.
We were paying what, in India, amounted to a fairly substantial price for those rooms, certainly enough to expect there to be soap and shampoo in the bathroom. So I was irritated when I had to call down to reception to ask for some. A few minutes later, I was standing butt naked in the shower, trying to wash off the day's grime by ladling cold water from a bucket over my head, when I heard the bedroom door open. Before I'd had a chance to react, a guy walked into the bathroom and handed me some soap!
The India Ride Colin Pyle p41