I don't want to talk about it anymore, the experience was too profound and unforgettable. I'll start from when I entered the guesthouse lobby. As soon as I entered, I noticed that the floor tiles hadn't been cleaned or mopped for at least ten days (this is the lobby!). The sofas were a mess (like a private place in the countryside). The front desk was cluttered with registration books, pens, calculators, and personal belongings, and the small cubicles on the backdrop looked like storage cabinets. After registering, I got the room key and climbed the stairs. The floor was marble, and wow, upon closer inspection, I realized how long it had been since the floor had been mopped; the stains had seeped into the floor and were starting to show signs of wear. The room door wasn't locked, and oh, the lock was faulty; the spring was broken, so it would sometimes lock. The provided bath towels were just small strips of hand towel. The mattress was rock hard (in a triple room). The soundproofing was terrible; you could hear a few words spoken downstairs. The curtains were very thin (they didn't block out any light at all). All of this affected my mood, so I completely forgot to take pictures. #The bathrooms were passable, but the lobby was a nightmare: their own kettle was covered in dust and grime, the floor was covered in grime, the mahjong table was covered in grime, and the marble stairs were covered in grime… #The rooms didn't have bath towels (only small towels were provided), the mattresses were hard, the soundproofing was terrible, and the curtains let in light…
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