First off, the person at the reception isn't fit to be in charge of a hotel reception. It felt more like a motel or... an inn. It was the first time I'd ever smelled stale cigarette smoke on a key card.
If you don't arrive early, you can't park there and have to go to a public parking lot (and even those rarely have spots).
And the condition of the room... sigh...
The amount of dust is unbelievable.
As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by hair on the white bath mat.
Everywhere you touched, there was dust; the pillows were yellow, and I would never buy the pillows advertised there.
The area between the tea tables was filled with food scraps, so I was going to order delivery, but seeing that ruined my appetite, so I went out to eat instead. And that wasn't the end of it.
On the towel rack... the rust was clearly visible, wow...
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