This hotel was under renovation and was almost unrecognizable as a hotel. I had to ask workmen where the entrance was. It’s in a vast ugly area off a highway. No landscaping, no signage to speak of, no signs explaining the mess. At check in I found I must pay a $100 deposit in the event there is damage to the room when I leave. That was a first. I’m a 76 year old woman, not likely to destroy the place, but I paid up. I was assigned a room on the far back end of the hotel. I had to drive around to the back to find this obscure door. A man who was a guest at the hotel waved me to show where to park, and he unlocked the door with his room key to let me in. My room was directly inside on the right. He held the exterior door while I entered, then announced his room number just down the hall, saying I could call if I needed anything. I thanked him and went into my room, locking my door immediately. In two minutes there was a hard knock on my door. I was alarmed and asked who it was. I’m from room 113, he said. I’m not opening my door, I said. He then said he wanted to know if I’d like a drink. I said no. This frightened me of course. A first in my travel experiences. I then callled reception and explained my fear. Nicole was immediately helpful and respectful. She agreed that his behavior was inappropriate, and suggested a room change. She came to my door shortly after, walked me to a room at the front of the hotel. Then she walked me to get my car. I felt safer but won’t return.
