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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Well, here's my story (or two)1). Picture the scene, if you can. I'm six years old, and most definitely looking forward to my first proper holiday with my parents, down in Devon (Torquay, I think, but I could be wrong). Anyway, we turn up, and the hotel's lovely. all the mod cons, nice beds, good food, etc- of course, to my very little self, it could have been Heaven. Except for the third night there, where I woke up all itchy. Try as I might, I just couldn't sleep again- and so I woke up my mum. Who turned on the light, took one look at me, and swore.
I'd only gone and got chickenpox. spent the rest of the week slathered in Calomine lotion, looking like I was covered in cream, or serm, or something.
2). This one's short and sweet. Hotel in the French Alps. Wallpaper that was about five inches out from the wall. Beds that had you rolling to one side or the other, or swallowed you up like some kind of carniverous marshmallow. A bathroom that had no window- which isn't too bad, except the light switch was on the outside; cue mates 'hilariously' turning the light off at odd intervals. A toilet that kept breaking- either wouldn't flush, or it kept on flushing and didn't stop.
And those are my stories. Nothing compared to most of the stories on here, but hey, just thought you'd want to read 'em anyway.
(, Wed 23 Jan 2008, 0:38, Reply)
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