Guest User
July 8, 2024
Picture this: you book a room based on lovely photos, only to find out the photographer deserves an Oscar for best special effects. The single beds are scattered across three floors like a scavenger hunt, and doubles? The mattresses are so bad they’d be rejected by a medieval dungeon. Even after copious amounts of hen do cocktails, the beds were so uncomfortable that none of us could sleep! The bathrooms were a hygiene horror show – no hand wash, soap, or gel, and the sinks were dirty! The furniture? Shabby chic minus the chic. The whole place screamed for a makeover, with a ceiling that seemed one sneeze away from dropping two of us onto the next floor. The walls had more dings than a used car, and the noise outside was like a 24-hour concert. Despite a 12-hour drinkathon, we expected to at least doze off, but nope! And the grand finale? Checking out. Handing in keys was a mission impossible since no one was there to take them. We ended up playing hide-and-seek with the keys and leaving a voicemail. Good luck to the next brave souls checking in!