This hotel is a masterclass in false advertising. The "cozy" room was a frigid walk-in closet, half the advertised size, with beds like concrete slabs. The bathroom was aggressively beige and nothing like the glossy photos.
The atmosphere was a unique blend of industrial solvent, forgotten mop water, and existential dread.
Sleep was impossible, thanks to the non-stop, 12-hour audio seminar on hardcore human passion from the room above. Non stop banging until early hours of the morning.
Trying to distract myself, I found the Wi-Fi password was just a theoretical concept—zero connectivity.
The temperature felt calibrated to an ice fishing hut, forcing us to sleep fully clothed. When we tried to complain, the advertised "24/7" reception was locked down tighter than Fort Knox after 11 PM.
If you enjoy paying for a scented freezer, enduring frostbite, and receiving zero customer service, book immediately. Everyone else: flee.