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In Light Of The Threads On The Blackpool Hotel - What's The Worse Hotel You Have Stayed In?
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The sordid details please.
Can be International or UK......
Mine: On my international travels, I used to grade from -5 to +5 stars, three of the hotels attracting -4 - no worse than that, just in case there was something even more catastrophic out there.
For -4 stars, try the natural air-conditioning in the walls of a hotel in Ouagadougou - yes, machine-gun bullet holes or the bedroom in Kano, the Central Airport, where I didn't know whether to sleep in the bed, on it or under it, the huge fridge with three bottles of water in, seals broken, in the centre of the room, the collapsed chairs and side unit, the radio hanging off the wall, the heavy green slime all over the shower, the only reason for not giving -5 being that the wash-basin and toilet were 'moderately' clean. The cuisine was something else too and $120 equivalent a night for this privilege - in 1987. The other one was the Makkah in Mogadishu and I have never seen a narrower bed - you needed bricks of Somali shillings to pay the bill each day.....
In the UK, I struggle to think of anything so bad but a B and B in G. Yarmouth many years ago came close, the nylon sheets, the mucky bathroom (and that's my big horror!), the flaking paint etc.
Can be International or UK......
Mine: On my international travels, I used to grade from -5 to +5 stars, three of the hotels attracting -4 - no worse than that, just in case there was something even more catastrophic out there.
For -4 stars, try the natural air-conditioning in the walls of a hotel in Ouagadougou - yes, machine-gun bullet holes or the bedroom in Kano, the Central Airport, where I didn't know whether to sleep in the bed, on it or under it, the huge fridge with three bottles of water in, seals broken, in the centre of the room, the collapsed chairs and side unit, the radio hanging off the wall, the heavy green slime all over the shower, the only reason for not giving -5 being that the wash-basin and toilet were 'moderately' clean. The cuisine was something else too and $120 equivalent a night for this privilege - in 1987. The other one was the Makkah in Mogadishu and I have never seen a narrower bed - you needed bricks of Somali shillings to pay the bill each day.....
In the UK, I struggle to think of anything so bad but a B and B in G. Yarmouth many years ago came close, the nylon sheets, the mucky bathroom (and that's my big horror!), the flaking paint etc.
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A hotel on the Gold Coast, 2008 (in fact the day Heath Ledger died...).
It was supposed to be the Honeymoon suite (not our honeymoon, just the only room they had available), but looked more like a set from a "specialist Adult film". Mirrors everywhere - was convinced they were one-way and had cameras behind them. Sunken bath in the bedroom. All of it filthy. Slept fully clothed - no mean feat in the Oz summer. The owner was odd to say the least. We checked out the next morning at 5.30am and found much better digs close by.
I still shudder at the thought of it.
It was supposed to be the Honeymoon suite (not our honeymoon, just the only room they had available), but looked more like a set from a "specialist Adult film". Mirrors everywhere - was convinced they were one-way and had cameras behind them. Sunken bath in the bedroom. All of it filthy. Slept fully clothed - no mean feat in the Oz summer. The owner was odd to say the least. We checked out the next morning at 5.30am and found much better digs close by.
I still shudder at the thought of it.
Stayed in a hotel in Torquay (yeah, I know ...) which was one of these large terraced houses bought by a London businessman who thought his wife could do a dinner for five, so multiply that by four, and you can run a hotel.
Of course, it's not that simple, as anyone who runs a hotel knows.
It was a good thirty-five years ago, but it was awful. They wouldn;t make the beds because the rooms were 'a mess' - I left a dressing gown and a set of keys on the bed - which considering we were four in a room with two weeks' luggage, was not too bad i thought.
I got a lecture about treating his 'home' with respect, like I was twelve, so I reported him to the Hotels Assoication and we moved after two days.
Of course, it's not that simple, as anyone who runs a hotel knows.
It was a good thirty-five years ago, but it was awful. They wouldn;t make the beds because the rooms were 'a mess' - I left a dressing gown and a set of keys on the bed - which considering we were four in a room with two weeks' luggage, was not too bad i thought.
I got a lecture about treating his 'home' with respect, like I was twelve, so I reported him to the Hotels Assoication and we moved after two days.
We try to check before hand DT, we have been fortunate to travel a lot of country's throughout the world without any problems, I always check the reviews / comments the Hotel Sites themselves, I think if a person comes unstuck it's either they have not done their homework, Cost ( You Get what you pay for) the only dump we have ever had was in York, but that was my own fault ( It was cheap) & Cheap we got, regards York, It's a lovely, historic Pleasant Friendly place.
I think it must be a hotel in Italy. It was AWFUl. It had obviously been a grand place once, but had not had a lick of paint since 1930. 1 tiny lift which was obviously built at the same time as the Arc. WIth 2 gentlemen already in it (including their luggage) I was a little shocked to be pushed into it by the Manageress (who was a cross between Sybil Fawlty and Attila the Hun) and then rammed in until the doors closed. I had no choice but to introduce myself seeing as we were by that stage intimate!
The room was terrible, the most modern thing in it was a telephone which was obviously from the 1970s and had not been cleaned since then. The beds were terribly uncomfortable. We discovered the reason for this was the slats had gone and had been replaced by a wardrobe door.
The bathroom had a glass (yes really) door so one had to avert one's eyes to allow one's partner to sit on the loo without being observed. Sitting on the loo itself was a bit of a challenge since it was too close to the shower and unless you opened the shower cubicle it was impossible.
Dinner (if you could call it that) was appalling. The bottle of oil on the table had no stopper and I counted 11 flies in it. I watched Sybil's son count a load of coins and then go straight to handling food. If that wasnt enough to make me feel ill I noticed a rather nice 6 ft tall model at the end of the school dining hall. It was a model to celebrate the 2012 Olympics - a full on model of Ben Ben, the Houses of Parliament etc. Then I noticed it was made out of ... wait for it sponge and BUTTERCREAM!!!! So 15 months later there was a festering cake at the end of the room. Thankfully we were only there for 1 night.
The room was terrible, the most modern thing in it was a telephone which was obviously from the 1970s and had not been cleaned since then. The beds were terribly uncomfortable. We discovered the reason for this was the slats had gone and had been replaced by a wardrobe door.
The bathroom had a glass (yes really) door so one had to avert one's eyes to allow one's partner to sit on the loo without being observed. Sitting on the loo itself was a bit of a challenge since it was too close to the shower and unless you opened the shower cubicle it was impossible.
Dinner (if you could call it that) was appalling. The bottle of oil on the table had no stopper and I counted 11 flies in it. I watched Sybil's son count a load of coins and then go straight to handling food. If that wasnt enough to make me feel ill I noticed a rather nice 6 ft tall model at the end of the school dining hall. It was a model to celebrate the 2012 Olympics - a full on model of Ben Ben, the Houses of Parliament etc. Then I noticed it was made out of ... wait for it sponge and BUTTERCREAM!!!! So 15 months later there was a festering cake at the end of the room. Thankfully we were only there for 1 night.
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Riding on the Greyhounds many years ago, I decided to stopover in Washington DC. Bus stations are usually downtown in the US. No problem getting a "Best Western" or a "Sheraton" normally, but this time there was a big Convention on, so they were all full.
It was getting late, so I found a cheap "walk-up" in a nicely dodgy area. It was the kind of place where the "Concierge" sat behind a heavy steel grill, and took your money in advance ..... cash only.
It was a small room, painted in what Raymond Chandler once called "sidewalk grey". I was hit by the smell of urine in the carpet. Might not have been so bad if the room was not already occupied by a family of mice who scuttled about most of the night.
Guy behind the grill must have been regularly questioned by Police Patrol. I can only think that's why I had a knock on the door at around three. Half asleep, stumbling over beer cans and mice... I was rousted by one of Washington's finest.
I suppose a young guy on his own must have got someone interested. A few hours later I took off down the stairs, past the grill, and straight over to the Bus Station.
It was getting late, so I found a cheap "walk-up" in a nicely dodgy area. It was the kind of place where the "Concierge" sat behind a heavy steel grill, and took your money in advance ..... cash only.
It was a small room, painted in what Raymond Chandler once called "sidewalk grey". I was hit by the smell of urine in the carpet. Might not have been so bad if the room was not already occupied by a family of mice who scuttled about most of the night.
Guy behind the grill must have been regularly questioned by Police Patrol. I can only think that's why I had a knock on the door at around three. Half asleep, stumbling over beer cans and mice... I was rousted by one of Washington's finest.
I suppose a young guy on his own must have got someone interested. A few hours later I took off down the stairs, past the grill, and straight over to the Bus Station.
Some gross ones here. As to 'knocking shops,' we rechristened the Queen's Moat in Chester as the 'Deep Throat' Hotel, the wall so thin that you heard every noise going on above and next to you. There was a hotel in Lugano like that too ré the bedhead next door when I was young and with the wife-to-be, the only solution was to get our bedhead vibrating too. The Hotel Walter du Lac I think it was.
hotel in teignmouth that could give everyone cancer of the , lungs and make you and all your clothes smell of tobacco. everything smelt. don't think I should discuss the food and the state of the crockery. I went on an instant diet. one night is all we stayed.
another in france where found all sorts of 'interesting' kinds of fungi growing in the shower. some of them disintegrating and rotting so obviously they had been there some time.
another in kos which had ants crawling all over the floor and up the wall. five minutes was the limit of staying there.
another in france where found all sorts of 'interesting' kinds of fungi growing in the shower. some of them disintegrating and rotting so obviously they had been there some time.
another in kos which had ants crawling all over the floor and up the wall. five minutes was the limit of staying there.
Qena, 1980, nearest hotel to ancient Coptos in case you were wondering what I was doing there. Big terrorist fundamentalist centre now - nothing to do with me thirty y ago.
That one the hotelier had to clear the chicken ( live )[ one ] off the bed
I signed the register in Latin letters and was marched off to the local police station to show that an Anglo really HAD stayed there
That one the hotelier had to clear the chicken ( live )[ one ] off the bed
I signed the register in Latin letters and was marched off to the local police station to show that an Anglo really HAD stayed there
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