Where do I even begin? My stay at this so-called "hotel" was a complete disaster from start to finish. The room was a nightmare—think of a scene from a horror movie, and you’re halfway there.
First off, the cleanliness was abysmal. I’ve seen cleaner floors in public restrooms. There were stains on the walls that looked like they hadn’t been cleaned since the hotel first opened. The bathroom? Don’t get me started. The shower had a black ring of grime that made me question if it had ever been scrubbed. The toilet had yellowish stains that no amount of toilet cleaner could hide. I felt like I needed a hazmat suit just to use the facilities.
But wait, it gets worse. Around 2 AM, I felt something scuttling across my face. In a moment of sheer terror, I flipped on the light to discover a cockroach—a big one—crawling up the bedpost. And it wasn’t alone. There were at least three more of its disgusting friends scuttling around the room. I immediately called the front desk, but all they could offer was a weak apology and a promise to "look into it."
Sleep? Forget it. I spent the rest of the night on edge, swatting at bugs and trying to convince myself that this was all a horrible dream. To add insult to injury, the bed itself was lumpy and uncomfortable, as if it had been pulled from a landfill.
This place is an absolute disgrace. If you value your health and sanity, stay far, far away. The only thing this hotel excels at is making you regret every decision.