HOTEL HELL
The only good thing I can say is it wasn’t roach-infested. We arrived at dusk to a sketchy scene—people hanging around, young women on the corner, and heavy foot traffic. The first room reeked of pot, had stained bedding, a toilet lid that didn’t fit, and a bathtub separating from the wall with brown stains. Calls to the front desk went unanswered; when we complained in person, we were told we could just cancel. We checked four other rooms—every bathroom looked the same. Floors were sticky, the kind where your shoes catch with every step. A security guard on site told us locals lived there, which explained a lot.
We finally found a room without smoke odor, but it still had dingy washcloths, no fridge, no microwave, no chairs, and a toilet that shifted because it wasn’t bolted down. The only seating was the bed, so we piled all our belongings onto the table to avoid the filthy floor. Out of two nights booked, we endured one. It simply wasn’t worth staying longer—comfort at home was far better than this misery.
If you’re desperate, you can sleep here, but don’t expect comfort or cleanliness. For anyone with a choice, keep looking. This was not the hotel for us or anyone else!!!.