I Wouldn’t Stay Here Again Even If It Were Free!
From the moment we stepped into the lobby, I knew we had made a mistake. The entire place reeked of cigarette smoke not just a faint smell, but thick clouds of it everywhere. People were smoking openly like it was the 1980s, with zero consideration for kids or anyone else. Even the hallways smelled like an ashtray. I felt sick just walking to our room.
And then… the room. My heart sank the moment I opened the door. The toilet tank was loudly running nonstop like a waterfall that wouldn’t shut off. No towels. No toilet paper. The AC didn’t work. The sink had a dried booger stuck on it (yes, really). Mold and mildew clung to the mirror, the showerhead, the walls, and the faucet. The entire bathroom felt like it hadn’t been cleaned in ages.
The toilet seat didn’t even fit the bowl and it had stains. I wish I was exaggerating. To make things worse, there was no hot water at all. We couldn’t shower that night or the next morning. Imagine paying for a hotel and feeling dirtier after staying there.
Breakfast was just sad a few items, watery coffee that tasted like burnt air, and nothing remotely appetizing except for the Moroccan Maloui.
This place isn’t just outdated it’s falling apart. It’s the kind of hotel that makes you want to go home, shower for an hour, and question every life choice that led you there.
Zero stars, if that were possible. Never again. Ever.