Hotel Splendido
Enzyme 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?
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( , Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
Enzyme 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.
( , Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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Cairo - Hotel Suisse
Arrived there late at night after the taxi driver had purposely taken me to the wrong hotel (one owned buy his mate) and I was so tired that I agreed to stay there for one night. 'Reception' was a fat greaser sitting at a card table. I asked him how much it was and he asked me how much I wanted to pay. That should have been my warning.
The room hadn't been cleaned or redecorated since the 70s and a layer of dust coated everything. The windows down to the noisy street were all broken, with the shards still lying on the floor. The sheets were uncleaned from the last resident. A small floor mat, stiff with dirt, stood in front of the hand basin, but when I stood on it, my foot disappeared into the floor. Upon investigation, I found a ragged hole right through the floor to the next room.
The bathroom down the hall looked like an interrogation cell in a Chinese prison (I imagine). Which is to say that the cracked enamel bath was spattered with blood - enough to suggest that a small animal had been executed in it.
I didn't sleep a wink all night, partly because of the street noise, partly because the fight in the corridor - but mostly because of the bed bugs which ate at my torso all night.
Never go to Egypt, It's shit.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 11:03, 1 reply)
Arrived there late at night after the taxi driver had purposely taken me to the wrong hotel (one owned buy his mate) and I was so tired that I agreed to stay there for one night. 'Reception' was a fat greaser sitting at a card table. I asked him how much it was and he asked me how much I wanted to pay. That should have been my warning.
The room hadn't been cleaned or redecorated since the 70s and a layer of dust coated everything. The windows down to the noisy street were all broken, with the shards still lying on the floor. The sheets were uncleaned from the last resident. A small floor mat, stiff with dirt, stood in front of the hand basin, but when I stood on it, my foot disappeared into the floor. Upon investigation, I found a ragged hole right through the floor to the next room.
The bathroom down the hall looked like an interrogation cell in a Chinese prison (I imagine). Which is to say that the cracked enamel bath was spattered with blood - enough to suggest that a small animal had been executed in it.
I didn't sleep a wink all night, partly because of the street noise, partly because the fight in the corridor - but mostly because of the bed bugs which ate at my torso all night.
Never go to Egypt, It's shit.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 11:03, 1 reply)
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