This hotel was a nightmare from the moment I set foot inside. I was handed the keys to someone else's room, walked in on a stranger, and the front desk lady's response was nothing short of shockingly rude. After finally getting the right key, I entered my room, or should I say, my personal chamber of horrors.
The ceiling hung precariously above my head, threatening to crash down at any moment. The fire alarm dangled from the wall like a noose, and the air conditioning unit looked like it had been used as a punching bag in a heavyweight bout. If that wasn't enough, the fridge welcomed me with open arms - filled with a thriving colony of mold. The blankets were adorned with fresh stains that could only be described as grotesque, and cigarette burns covered them like a plague.
To make matters worse, my son discovered unspeakable stains on his blanket, which I strongly suspect were left there by the mischievous staff. When we requested a new one, we were informed that they were out of comforters. So, no more comfort for him.
Breakfast was an exercise in misery, with diners packed in like sardines, forced to practically share bodily space as they prepared their meals. The staff had absolutely no regard for personal boundaries, leaning over your plate as if they were auditioning for a role in a horror film. The orange juice tasted as though it had been squeezed from a fruit that had spent a decade marinating in a sewer.
And let's not forget the shower, a diabolical contraption that
