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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Not technically a hotel but...anyone who has ever been to the Conway Centre in Menai will probably agree with me here.
I went a couple of years ago with an art trip from my high school (the basketball team went to France, the netball team went to Malta, the orchestra went to Barcelona...and the 'gifted' art students got Anglesey. Not fair, is it?). It was freezing cold, the corridors were the creepiest I've ever walked down, the food was awful (I lived on bread, apples and whatever boxes of cereal I could smuggle out of breakfast for three days), we weren't technically allowed back in our rooms during the day, and I was terrified of showering because I thought the entire mouldering ceiling behind the flimsy curtain could collapse at any moment.
Anyway, the worst bit was, the room the girls from my school were staying in was on what had, until recently been the boys floor, and there was a large, suspicious looking stain on the floor next to my friend's bed which I took great delight in taking the mick out of her for.
That is, until the day of our (much awaited) departure, when we all had to strip the beds, and I discovered to my horror that underneath the sheet, on the mattress I had been innocently sleeping on for the last three days there was an equally large, equally suspicious stain....
You couldn't pay me to go back to that place.
Also, when I went to Rome with my parents, the 'hotel' we were booked into, when we finally managed to find it, turned out to be practically a wooden shed constructed as an after thought onto the top of a building. The front door of the room opened onto the bathroom, which we had to walk through to get to the bedroom, the place was so small, there was no breakfast room, so we got given tokens every morning for free croissants and milk at the cafe across the road.
At least it was clean though.
(, Sun 20 Jan 2008, 16:14, 3 replies)
Is that place still open?Christ i went there about 15 years ago when i was at school. doesn't sound like it's changed much. I remember not eating at all due to the food being so bad.
I'm talking about Conway, not Rome...
(, Sun 20 Jan 2008, 17:46, closed)
Last time I heard it was still open.I went for one of those art trips at GCSE. Twas rather shit. More recently (3ish years ago) I went on a week long music course. And I worked out how to bypass the alarms on the dormitary doors, so we all ended up on the top floor on the last night in an unoccupied room when all the adults thought we were safely tucked up in bed. We felt such rebels.
(, Sun 20 Jan 2008, 18:28, closed)
I love that place!I went every year for ten years with my youth choir, I adored it!
God knows what's happened to it since then, the food used to be great, comfy beds, warm showers, everything clean and tidy.
Only thing that used to be wrong with it was the fire alarms were too sensitive, so you weren't allowed to use spray deodorant!
(, Sun 20 Jan 2008, 22:46, closed)
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