FANZHOU
22 dicembre 2024
The room I booked was priced at £274. I felt like I had arrived in Gaza, as the room had a war-torn aesthetic. A moldy shower curtain and a stained bathtub completely killed my idea of relaxing with a bath. The room reeked of mold, with water stains and cracks all over the walls. The soundproofing was atrocious—I could count every sneeze from the neighboring room.
Before using the coffee machine, I wisely tested it with plain water first, only to see yellow water and unidentified black particles coming out. The most ridiculous part was at night when I was trying to sleep. Due to the aging wardrobe, the door couldn’t be closed properly, which kept the wardrobe light on and made it impossible to rest. I tried everything to fix it, but nothing worked. Finally, I contacted the hotel, and someone came to fix it at around 1 a.m. Even the repair person couldn’t resolve the issue at first and had to use a tool to jam the switch to turn the light off. He mentioned he would come back later for a permanent fix.
Honestly, I rarely leave bad reviews for hotels—the last time was because of a giant spider web in the room. I don’t know where else in the world a hotel priced at £274 could fail to meet basic cleanliness standards. Maybe I just haven’t traveled enough? But I’ve stayed in places like New York, London, Paris, Tokyo, and Switzerland at similar price points, and I’ve never encountered anything like this. I’m truly at a loss for words.
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