I arrived after midnight, having stopped briefly on the highway for a night's rest. To be honest, the overall facilities and environment were quite old, the room had an unpleasant odor, and the cleanliness was appalling. The towels were all old and rotten, resembling fringed fabric—gray, rough, and covered in lint—to a degree I found completely unacceptable. The next morning, the corridor was very noisy, not by guests, but by cleaning staff. Two elderly men were pushing a cart full of linens, vying for the elevator with guests. Squeezing into one elevator was bad enough, but then one of the men came in and grabbed several dusty, red, old-fashioned tablecloths, slapped them onto the linen cart, and then vigorously slapped them a few times. I was squeezed to the side, forced to cover my mouth and nose. The dust was immense, and he seemed completely oblivious to how inappropriate his actions were. The entire stay was extremely poor. The only positive impression was the hotel's fat cat. Even though I arrived late at night, it was sitting by the roadside in the back parking lot, meowing twice when it saw my car. At first, I didn't pay much attention, as I was still looking for a parking space. After I parked the car and got my luggage, while I was still looking for the hotel's back entrance in the dark, the cat, like a well-trained concierge, ran up to me and meowed. It then guided me to the back entrance. Because it was a fire door with a door closer, it couldn't open it and meowed at me. After I opened the door, it slipped inside first, and I followed it all the way to the front desk before it stopped and looked at me. In the end, I had to wake up the front desk staff who was sleeping to check me in. This cat is absolutely amazing. If it were kept in a guesthouse, it would definitely become an internet sensation.
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