Central Hotel

Don’t foul yourselves with the nice photos reality is different.I attended real photos to let people see and be ready.Don’t go for Bed and Breakfast because breakfast is served in the café shop next door not in the motel.Indeed beach is 5 min away walking,water is hot and sun not burning. Jerusalem old city is lovely worth the visit just take the map from the station if you don’t plan to get the guide (they want help you because want you to get guide). If you’re white they will assume you’re Russian which I didn’t like.Be ready prices are high some higher than U.K.

Wow, Where to start. I would not even go back to spend one night even if someone paid me to do so. This is the worst hotel I have ever tried. Cockroaches in the room, mold in the room, moist and so loud both from inside and outside the hotel. The room was so small that I could not even open the bathroom door fully because the bed was in the way. It says that there is breakfast included, which is not true. The breakfast is for additional price and it’s not served at the hotel as stated, it is served at a nearby coffee shop that was closed during my visit. The hosts are not very helpful and the place is very dirty. Filthy bathroom, hair in the bed and stains on the sheets and towels. Like I said, I would not go back even if someone paid me to

After a nightmare journey we arrived at this absolute hole in the wall (literally) after midnight. Greeted by the rudest man I’ve ever met who initially refused to even open the security gate to let us off the street. He began by saying we’re to late, he gave our room (a seven night booking) to someone else when we hadn’t arrived, this despite there being no number available to call. Then he changed to there was no booking! The power cut out, plunging us into absolute darkness, freaking my daughter to the point she was crying, to which this charming character said tell her to shut up people are asleep! He then told us there was nothing he could do and we had to leave. I sh*t you not! A mother, 55 and 5’ tall with her 16 year old daughter, he turned us out onto the street at about 03:00. But before he could he had to get a knife to force the security gate as the power outage had damaged the locking release mechanism. He seemed less than thrilled when I asked him what would happen if there had been a fire. So here we are on the streets of Tel Aviv at 03:00 in the morning, cases and about an ounce of sanity left. Cars pulled up to the bus stop we’d sat at and offered us rides. I don’t think they meant a taxi service, other night walkers slammed the side of the bus shelter and others just stared with a tinge of malice. I was very afraid. After trying several other hotels in the area, walking from one to the other rather than sitting as bait, we finally (05:00) found a room in the Maxim Hotel one street over. I hope Mr Central Hotel (with the nasty toes) your Willy falls off into the toilet and your fingers shrivel up.

The staff were trying not to be rude, which is completely different to hospitable. But then no one really smiles in Tel Aviv anyway, unless they’re at the Sheraton, where they’re paid to smile. The room was not big enough for the two single beds. It’s only suitable for a double - and would barely work then. It SHOULD NEVER be offered when configured for two single beds. There was a general sense of dinginess, the aircon was loud and the room dark. I didn’t know the Bauhaus period was known for its grime, so perhaps we should blame the 1920s. My friend stayed. I moved out.