Hotel SplendidoEnzyme writes, "what about awful hotels, B&Bs, or friends' houses where you've had no choice but to stay the night?"
What, the place in Oxford that had the mattresses encased in plastic (crinkly noises all night), the place in Blackpool where the night manager would drum to the music on his ipod on the corridor walls as he did his rounds, or the place in Lancaster where the two single beds(!) collapsed through metal fatigue?
Add your crappy hotel experiences to our list.
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chthonic, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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More of a pissy one...We were staying in a Hostel in Wellington, New Zealand. It had a bar on the roof, and we were, unsurprisingly, quite trollied on cheap beer.
It was time for bed, but farmerboy Richard, needs a wee first. "Good idea", thinks I, "I'll have one too" and off we trot.
He weaves down the hall towards the communal lav, then through a door. Although I am seeing in triplo-vision, I'm sure that he's a door too soon (perhaps like Jim Morrison?). My suspicions are confirmed by the cry
"Vat?, Vat are you doink? Vy are you pissink on my rucksack??!?!".
Sure enough, he's weeing over a room full of sleeping Germans.
(Insert porcelain/Meissen/Dresden joke here)
(, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 20:01, Reply)
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