The kitchen area is kept tidy because somehow an ethic has been established. My double bed with bare concrete walls may not look like much but it was perfectly adequate.
(This fellow came to the guesthouse to experience where his father had lived before World War II. He carried with him his father's wartime diary including a drawing of his father's plane crashed in a jungle near Singapore, after he volunteered for the air force. The sense of something shameful about volunteering in that war is entirely absent.)