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photomikey posted:Yay rent control! So after reading a wall of text about lovely residential hotels run by slumlords in a poor neighborhood...you blame the problems on rent control? Or am I misunderstanding?
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Rah! posted:So after reading a wall of text about lovely residential hotels run by slumlords in a poor neighborhood...you blame the problems on rent control? Or am I misunderstanding? Obviously it's the poors fault for not having bootstraps by which to pull themselves up.
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When I was 17 I took my "best friend" (my first girlfriend from when I was 13) down to the college I was going to in the fall to check stuff out and look around, and we got a hotel with 2 beds. There were bedbugs in her bed and she climbed into bed with me halfway through the night, and I didn't do anything with her because she was dating someone and I was super nervous, and the next day was really awkward as we did college-y stuff etc. Years later she asked me why I didn't try anything as she was obvs trying to say, like, "Hey, we're not gonna hang out any more really, because you'll be 6 hours away, so, you know, let's say goodbye in a fun way.", and I've kicked myself every day for 15 years for not manning up and dicking down. There were no bedbug bites on her the day after. Worst hotel experience.
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I have never had a bad hotel experience which is weird because I'm an event planner and I stay in dozens of different hotels every year, although they're generally great hotels in tier 1 cities. One time someone stole all the underwear out of the room of one of my female staff members, which is pretty creepy. The hotel maintained that they didn't know who did it, but if it was housekeeping then you'd think they'd be able to figure it out pretty easily. I think the creepier option is that someone figured out how to get into her room and wasn't hotel staff. I stayed at the Parc 55 in San Francisco a while back and you get a lot of spillover of crazies from the Tenderloin there. Some dude threatened to stab me and another guy was just spitting at people. The hotel itself was very nice though so that doesn't really count.
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I've never had a nightmare-level hotel experience but in 2001 a friend and went by minibus from Saigon to Phnom Penh in 2001. The distance was less than 200 miles but the roads were so messed up it took 12 hours. Then we checked into our hotel, the Renakse. It looked great because it was an original old colonial hotel. We checked in and went to our room to shower and relax before going out to explore. The room was tiny and the one window had no glass but just wooden shutters you could kind of open or close like louvers. Lots of bugs but that's why I brought a mosquito net. My buddy goes in to take a shower and and I hear this crash. He'd put his hand on the sink to steady himself getting out of the shower/tub and the sink fell off the wall. We managed to get precariously it back in place and went to the desk to ask to switch to a new room. They told us the hotel was full (it wasn't). We left to go out and find something to eat but the door wouldn't lock. Thankfully when we got back everything was still there, but then the power went out in the city so the room was pitch black and stifling. I also got a raging, two month long case of athletes foot or something from walking barefoot in a North Korean hotel room. Weeping blisters between all my toes and on the soles of my feet. Bring flip flops!
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Quad posted:When I was 17 I took my "best friend" (my first girlfriend from when I was 13) down to the college I was going to in the fall to check stuff out and look around, and we got a hotel with 2 beds. There were bedbugs in her bed and she climbed into bed with me halfway through the night, and I didn't do anything with her because she was dating someone and I was super nervous, and the next day was really awkward as we did college-y stuff etc. Years later she asked me why I didn't try anything as she was obvs trying to say, like, "Hey, we're not gonna hang out any more really, because you'll be 6 hours away, so, you know, let's say goodbye in a fun way.", and I've kicked myself every day for 15 years for not manning up and dicking down.
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Keith Atherton posted:I also got a raging, two month long case of athletes foot or something from walking barefoot in a North Korean hotel room. What the gently caress were you doing in North Korea?
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Remora posted:What the gently caress were you doing in North Korea? You can go to North Korea as a tourist - http://www.koryogroup.com/
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Last night.... Got stuck trying to go over the mountain after visiting family. Decided to take the 1 car that is completely inappropriate for snow on the 1 day of the year it decided to dump here. Ended up turning back and poo poo got really bad. The closest motel on my phone was 5 miles away with the rest being 20+ so I had no choice. Barely made it there without wrapping the car around a tree. The place seemed nice but off. Went into the main office which was more of a shack. The door was closed and I rang the bell twice to probably wake up the night auditor dude. Out pops out two very ghetto dudes wearing red that pop open the door (gently caress). End up paying $120 for some lovely room while playing 20 questions with these dudes probably considering if they want to try and rob me. Granted, I was wearing a white beanie, some blue, and I kind of looked like someone from a biker gang that claims territory in the area so there's a good chance they were wondering if I was going to pull a piece on them. "Where are you from? Oh, well I went to high school there. Represent bro!" "Where do you live now?" "Why did you go to [town x]?" "When did you leave?" "Is that your car outside bro? That's a nice car." "Sooo, we're gonna have to run your card a few times because the machine doesn't work right probably because of the weather or something." Me: No, you will run it just once. "Well hey look at that! Went through on the first try! Probably because you're from [town x]." Then I get escorted to some shitbox room with Direct TV in spanish only, two beds, and a space heater. The bathroom was surprisingly nice with a massive, full granite shower/sauna. That was kind of funny. All the other rooms adjacent had broken locks, cracked doorframes, and missing front doors.... The window in the bathroom was closed but unlocked so I locked that fucker up, ran out in the snowstorm to my car, grabbed my emergency .38 in a lockbox, casually ran/jogged back through the snow to my room, and barricaded the loving door. Unpacked all my poo poo, laid down, kept the gun in the box next to me in bed, and tried to fall asleep. There was an entire family of people next door talking, yelling, screaming, jumping on beds, and pounding on the wall throughout the night. Literally nonstop for 7 hours. Think I heard the word "crystal" get mentioned a few times too but it was hard to hear everything intelligibly...... Hopefully that was just someone's name but I kind of doubt it. Occasionally there would be footsteps right outside my door followed by silence and the sound of footsteps fading into the distance.... Early this morning I heard a loud smash/bang sound following with some dude and a little girl yelling: "Oh poo poo! We gotta go! We gotta go now! Get the gently caress out of here we gotta go now! "Daddy i'm scared i'm scared! What's going on?" "We gotta loving go! Lets go lets go! We can't stay here no more pack your poo poo we gotta GO!" .......followed by the quick shuffling of feet, a banging door, and an suv/truck/something speeding off into the dawn at 5am. Thought about smoking a cig outside to see what murder scene I might stumble upon would look like, but had enough at that point. Left this morning to see another guy dressed in red manning the desk. Threw him the key and got the gently caress out of there. Hey look, they have a website:  If only the main office actually looked 'that' good...... Is was way Way WAY more sketched out than that...
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Scudworth posted:You can go to North Korea as a tourist - http://www.koryogroup.com/ I know. That's completely irrelevant to the question, which I will subtly restate here: Why the gently caress would anyone go to North Korea?
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Remora posted:I know. That's completely irrelevant to the question, which I will subtly restate here: Why the gently caress would anyone go to North Korea? I was born in the 60's and the Cold War was something that hung over everyone's heads so I developed a deep interest in the "enemies" of the time. I always wanted to visit the USSR, Vietnam, and North Korea someday because for a long time it was either impossible or very difficult to travel to those countries as an American. Managed to go to the USSR, then ten years later Vietnam, then six years later North Korea decided to grant visas to Americans for a couple of specific weeks and I signed up for a trip with Koryo Tours. This is an awful derail and in order to fend off further derailing I'll say the moral question of giving tourist $$ to the North Korean government/elite is a legitimate point and that debate belongs elsewhere. [/Derail]
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Remora posted:I know. That's completely irrelevant to the question, which I will subtly restate here: Why the gently caress would anyone go to North Korea? 
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FilthyImp posted:I don't know about you, but I've always wanted the chance to be labelled an Enemy of Glorious Leader's Revolutionary State by taking pictures and posting them to Facebook! Well, there was that time GBS discovered the DPRK website and proceeded to goonrush the server to its knees. :has:
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I helped organize a visit to Chernobyl with a group of engineers from several companies in my industry a couple of years ago. We'd be staying in Kiev and traveling by car to the site during the day, and I was responsible for arranging the accommodations in town. My boss had been on a similar trip the previous year, and she recommended the 1980's Soviet futurist hotel she'd stayed in, Hotel Saljut. Everything went alright until we returned from the site visit and dinner, and decided to go the the hotel restaurant/bar for a drink. As it happens, the hotel restaurant turns into the lobby of a small strip club at night, and we managed a brief couple of drinks as the strippers and several enormous bouncers filed in for the night. Fortunately, the women in our group took it well, and thought it was hilarious how mortified I was. When I confronted my boss about her hotel recommendation, she was like, "oh, yeah, I forgot about that." 
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Rah! posted:You stayed in an SRO (single room occupancy hotel), not a normal tourist hotel. That is exactly the kind of place it is. There were people outside smoking crack while "hiding" behind an umbrella at a bus stop and a guy breaking into a car window with a pry bar in the middle of the day. I was really sick at the time and had been drinking a lot of cough syrup so the exact location is a bit of a haze, but it looked like all of those places.
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. We got off on the same floor we started on, and only used the stairs after that.
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PT6A posted:It wasn't bed bugs, it was something that burrows under your skin and makes you itch terribly or something. She's been to the doctor and had the treatment, but apparently even so, the itching will last for another 4-6 weeks. Oh right, that sucks then. That is the case for most tropical paradises to be fair. Tropical climates are humid and middle class people can buy lots of poo poo for cheap.
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2007, Highway 97 somewhere between Bend and Klamath Falls, OR. A trashy greasy spoon by the side of the road with some motel rooms. Its dingy, it's dirty. I'll be working nearby for a couple of weeks, and it's 45 minutes closer to work than staying at a place in K falls. I take a look at a room. Smells like stale smoke, stains and cigarette burns everywhere. No bugs, at least and there's hot water and reasonable enough pressure. So it's livable for a few weeks. Until the first night, when a feral cat moves in under the thin floorboards and gives birth in a big yowling hour long event and suddenly the entire place smells like cat piss, too. The next day I move into a place in K falls, longer drive be damned. Place didn't even have wifi, anyway.
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Apr 28, 2015 18:05
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I have an uncomfortable hotel experience that I forgot about. When I was working in the flashest hotel in my bumfuck nowhere hometown Chris Isaak and his band played. They stayed with us because it was the best they could get. The band hangs out at the restaurant and bar attached to the hotel, gets abused by the alcoholic owner about smoking drinking booze outside of the premises and they were all super polite and cool about it. Great people to talk to. Everything winds down and everyone goes up to their rooms. About 30 minutes later Kenny Dale Johnson calls down to reception asking if I can run him up a bucket of ice. I explain that the restaurant is closed and that I don't have access to it because it is independently run, but I tell him I will see what I can do. Some of the blokes from the restaurant are sitting outside talking poo poo after their shift and one of them lets me in to grab some ice for Kenney. I take it up to his room, he insists I come inside while he grabs me a tip. I explain that tipping isn't really the done thing in Australia and isn't necessary but he insists. So I am sitting their waiting in his room for him to find his wallet or something, it is taking a while so we engage in some small chat while he rumages through his luggage. Hows the tour? Getting a good response from the locals etc. It is taking a while and he eventually finds his wallet and proudly presents me a shiny 50 cent piece. Uhh, thanks man. I was earning 23.82 an hour at that job. Big Willy Style fucked around with this message at 18:29 on Apr 28, 2015 |
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Apr 28, 2015 18:24
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To be fair, he probably couldn't figure out your money.
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I'm so loving salty about this person wanting to give me money that he didn't have to give me. gently caress being thankful for the fact that he even thought to tip me when he didn't need to. I'm totally not an ungrateful baby.
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Kanine posted:I'm so loving salty about this person wanting to give me money that he didn't have to give me. gently caress being thankful for the fact that he even thought to tip me when he didn't need to. I'm totally not an ungrateful baby. edit: ^^ I think you're missing the way this comes across. We get paid well enough in Australia not to need a tip. It would be embarrassing having to stand around while someone fished out a wallet for any amount of tip you're likely to get. At the end it's a comical amount for stuff around here and ends up being a great lighthearted story you can tell your mates. Big Willy Style posted:he eventually finds his wallet and proudly presents me a shiny 50 cent piece. Uhh, thanks man. Think of it like this, you also probably made another couple of dollars standing there waiting for him to find his wallet. Birb Katter fucked around with this message at 00:54 on Apr 29, 2015 |
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Apr 29, 2015 00:51
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Arrath posted:Until the first night, when a feral cat moves in under the thin floorboards and gives birth in a big yowling hour long event and suddenly the entire place smells like cat piss, too. A motel room that gives you free kittens is better than a motel room that gives you free crabs.
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Apr 29, 2015 01:52
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Birb Katter posted:We get paid well enough in Australia not to need a tip. It would be embarrassing having to stand around while someone fished out a wallet for any amount of tip you're likely to get. I get that it isn't customary/necessary to tip in many countries, but why is it embarrassing for someone to give you some extra money? In America at least, it's not usually done in a way where you fish out your wallet while the waiter stands next to you. You just leave the tip on the table (with the rest of the money, if you're paying in cash), and they collect it when they come to clear the table. If it's a restaurant with no waiters, you leave a tip in a jar at the register if you want, or you don't tip at all. Rah! fucked around with this message at 02:43 on Apr 29, 2015 |
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Rah! posted:I get that it isn't customary/necessary to tip in many countries, but why is it embarrassing for someone to give you some extra money? It's not crazy, go beet red, embarrassing. It's just like a "you know, I could happily be off doing something else you don't need to do this" type situation.
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Tipping is an etiquette minefield, as evidenced by the pages-long row 95% of the time anyone mentions tips on the internet, and thus tends to make people nervous on both ends if they aren't used to it. I've been a Proper Adult for years now and I still get slightly edgy every time I enter a situation where a tip is or might be expected (I'm British, so this is far less often than if I was in the US) because internet and in-person debates I have witnessed on the topic have made me convinced that I will Get It Wrong and everyone will hate me. Anyways, on topic: * Hotel in Venice where they put our four-person family in a room so small that the skinny little single beds were literally crammed up against one another, and with the desk on the opposite wall there was no way of getting to two of the beds except by crawling across the others (trying to balance on the rickety antique-looking desk didn't feel like an option). Imagine what happens when someone needs to use the loo in the middle of the night. * Hotel in London where at one point there were actually loud sex noises coming from two of the walls and the ceiling at the same time. I was there for a hookup, so, can't really complain I guess. * Cheap-rear end hotel in the US somewhere, don't remember where exactly but in between Duluth and Chicago, cause my parents had decided to plan a holiday in which they spent like 60% of it driving. I was 14, and crossing the skeevy concrete courtyard past the closed-for-the-winter pool to get a coke from a vending machine. By the vending machine, this older guy in what I remember as being a bizarrely nice suit for the standard of hotel (it was dark and ten years ago, however) comes and leans on the wall, not blocking my exit but certainly in the path of where I would be going to return to my room. Dude: Heeey... Me (borderline autistic teenager, avoiding eye contact and displaying clear 'leave me alone please' body language): Hey. I start walking, and he follows me. Dude: Hey! I like your outfit lady! Me: (is literally wearing joggers that are my pyjamas and an oversized men's t-shirt) Dude: Girl, what room you in? So I am freaked out, and it suddenly occurs to me that I don't want this guy knowing the answer to that. I try to subtly change direction so I look like I'm walking to a different part of the hotel. Dude: Are you free tonight? I keep walking and he keeps asking am I free or available tonight, trying it in Spanish as well, and cause I'm 14 and naiive I don't know what the gently caress he means. I glance back one time and he's waving cash at me. Good news: I was saved, in that his yelling attracted hotel security and he scarpered (actually left the hotel, so I don't think he was even a guest) Bad news: Hotel security proceeds to grill me about my room and my booking and this story about being on holiday - clearly, I realised five minutes later, as at the time I just wanted to get back to my parents, suspicious that I actually was a hooker! So, that's my worst story.
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Birb Katter posted:It's not crazy, go beet red, embarrassing. It's just like a "you know, I could happily be off doing something else you don't need to do this" type situation. This. I genuinely went out of my way to help a guest, I could have just said sorry the restaurant is closed and went about my business but it actually took a little while to wrangle the guy into letting me get some ice. It was uncomfortable to have to hang out waiting in his room while he was searching for the small tip that I never expected because we don't have to grovel for money here. Also I have had US marines tip me $10 for pouring them a few beers and I thought it was funny that a guy that was on a tv show and tours internationally tipped me enough to buy a few lollies (candy). It was just an awkward, funny little situation that highlighted the small differences between 2 cultures.
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loki k zen posted:Tipping is an etiquette minefield, as evidenced by the pages-long row 95% of the time anyone mentions tips on the internet, and thus tends to make people nervous on both ends if they aren't used to it. How much money was he going to give you?
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I was also mistaken for a prostitute at a hotel I was staying at. It was in the Philippines, and I am a Western woman traveling alone, which isn't super common there I guess, but I had kind of assumed that the sex trafficking market was cornered by locals and also I am dumpy and old and wore a blazer every day. I stayed in the same hotel for three weeks, and every time a new person was on duty they would grill me whenever I entered or left the hotel. What room was I in? Was there anyone besides me in the room? Where was I going? Would I leave them my room key every time I left (NO)? One time I actually did bring a guy back to my room (he was a colleague, I was leaving the next day, and I had to give him some documents I'd forgotten to bring to work), and all hell broke loose. We're talking people on walkie-talkies reporting me, the concierge running after me through the lobby, it was utterly bizarre.
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I was in Cambodia and had to visit a specialist doctor. In Cambodia the doctors basically just buy their degrees so you really don't trust the specialists, but this one was recommended by a western doctor (although to be fair I didn't actually see his certificate) and I was a maniac so I flew to Phnom Penh to see him. I left the airport and found a bored looking tuk tuk driver leaning against his bike, threw my bag in the back and in a mixture of terrible Khmer and broken English told him I needed a hotel. He asked me what kind and I said, "tlai tik tik" which roughly means "little cost". He seemed pretty enthusiastic about this and obviously had a brother-in-law with just the place so we jumped in and sped off. Now my big mistake was saying I wanted a cheap hotel in Khmer and not in English. A quick google shows you can stay at a 4 star place in PP for US$50/night, or a 3 star for $30. My definition of cheap was $20/night, hopefully with air conditioning and breakfast, but this poor guy scrapes around to make $5 a day so clearly we had different notions of luxury. If I had said cheap in English he'd probably have taken me to a more touristy place, but I hadn't, so off we sped. Eventually we pulled up into a dark and filthy alleyway, a single lightbulb suspended above a doorway. Some words were shouted and a fat man in his underwear came out and after a brief negotiation with my driver turned to me and asked "room?". I said "baat" (yes), he said "bye". I was briefly stunned by this, not because he was saying goodbye, but because bye means three. Three bucks for the night was not quite what I had in mind. Of course this is Cambodia and you don't want to lose face and look like an idiot for being taken to a "hotel" you have no intention of staying at and you have to haggle, so after a few more minutes of butchering each others languages I got him down to a far more respectable $2.25. I paid the driver some extortionate amount of money ($5, twice the cost of my loving accommodation) and was taken to my room. The door had a clearance with the floor of about three inches and had no lock or indeed a handle. I'd seen better mattresses in my time, although amazingly I had a television. With two channels, one in Khmer and the other, completely inconceivably, in German. The toilet was literally a hole in the floor seperated from my "bed" by a small brick wall which hadn't been cemented together and there were wires poking through all the walls and doing god alone knows what. Obviously I paid him there and then (forgot to ask about room service) but rather than try to fall asleep I decided to just sit outside and have a cigarette. I wandered round the corridors until I found a little courtyard bit and sat on an oil drum and had a smoke. I sat there, only the distant dull roar of traffic to occupy my thoughts, and thought it wasn't that bad. I thought I might as well make the best of a bad situation and go and find somewhere to get drunk, so I threw my cigarette to the side and jumped down from the drum into a moving floor of cockroaches. Jesus Christ. Still, I went and bought some beers from the "manager" - I always think you've had a good time in a hotel if your bar bill is bigger than your accommodation bill, although doing that with five beers was a new one for me. I sat and watched karaoke on TV whilst he snoozed in his hammock, then went back to my room. The fan only turned out to have one setting. Which didn't actually matter since the electricity had apparently only been turned on to make the sale and I didn't have any anymore. I slept surprisingly well (thanks to five beers, all chugged in the dark before they got warm) and checked out on time. I actually noticed that it was surprisingly bright and airy as I left, although this was probably because the entire building didn't have a roof. I did not leave a tip.
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I stayed in that same place in Namibia, Africa.
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Jeherrin posted:I am having a genuinely poo poo day, but this line made me crease up laughing. Looks like it's killed the thread though 
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I stayed in a Motel 6 somewhere in New Mexico. It had a neat little park with picnic tables and a small dog run connected to the pool--it seemed to me it was owned by the Motel. The thing was at about 7pm this little park filled up with homeless heroin attics and prostitutes servicing truck drivers. My room overlooked this park.
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Worst experience I had was getting a hotel room right next to a porn shoot. And the walls were thin as hell, that's not something I wanted when I was trying to sleep at 10pm.
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The worst hotel I ever stayed in was in Toronto, Canada, when I was in high school. Some classmates and I were there for a debate tournament (yes, nerds). I was the only girl, so I got my own room. I don't know who at the school booked this hotel, but it was on the outskirts of the city and was of the Holiday Inn type. I was really freaked out when I got into the room and saw that instead of a normal window looking outside, it had a window into the hotel's convention room! Yes, all throughout the day and night, there were weird people milling around right outside my "window." It was also right next to the elevator so I got the horrible dinging noise. I had allergies, so I popped a Sudafed. Unfortunately, it was the non-drowsy variety and I ended up staying up all night in a strange fugue state thanks to the medicine, nerves about debating, and creepy noises coming from the "window" and hallway. In Turkey, I also got one of the previously described "wet rooms," in which the bathroom was just a big room with a toilet, sink, and shower head over a drain. Someone's brother-in-law must have built the bathroom, because it did not drain properly and just made a giant puddle. My group and I also ended up staying in a place that refused to give us full sized towels and would only provide hand towels. We also ended up staying in weird cabins that were more like refurbished shipping containers with old mattresses that were just a piece of foam with an ancient floral pattered piece of fabric sewed into a cover. I thought for sure we would get bugs there, but it was ok. We were in a really small town and there was a wedding at the hotel (they had normal rooms as well as the "cabins") and when they found out there were foreigners staying at the hotel we all got invited to the wedding. Too bad it was a religious couple so We didn't get any alcohol out of it, but we did get to see a bunch of grannies getting down to extremely loud Turkish pop music. OMG BYZANTIUM fucked around with this message at 03:18 on May 4, 2015 |
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When I was younger, my mom, aunt, and I took a trip to Virginia. I don't remember the exact plan but we had planned to stay a day or two in North Carolina/Tennessee first. We drove straight from Florida- I think it was an 8 to 10 hour trip. They didn't bother making reservations because it outside of the normal tourist season and we've always had plenty to choose from (this was also pre-internet). We get up there about 8pm- first town is booked solid. Second town- booked solid. This goes on. No one says what's going on. We stop at a gas station to get a map and ask for suggestions and the clerk informs us that the following night is supposed to be the mother of all ball games between I guess Tennessee and Virginia. I don't know the exact circumstances but the clerk at the station says it's a much bigger deal than normal and that we probably wouldn't find a room open in a 200 mile radius. Turns out the guy was right. I think we were somewhere near Asheville, NC and the first place we found that had a room available was in downtown Roanoke at this super sketchy motel (may have been an admiral benbow or something). It's like 2am and the room is kinda gross and there are something crazy like 2 or 3 spring mattresses on the bed. My mom and aunt move every piece of furniture that's not bolted down against the door/windows and we all dive into the mattress mountain (which honestly was pretty comfortable- scared to think what was under all those layers though). Around 330 in the morning, someone started banging and maybe scratching on the door. We kept it pitch black in the room and can see someone trying to look in through the curtains. We're all freaking out, my aunt manages to call the front desk and they're like "that's so-and-so- tell him you're calling the cops and he'll go away. But don't really call the cops because I'll get in trouble." We're all just laying there wondering what the hell is going on and before she can call the police, we here the clerk yelling from the parking lot "I think they're calling the cops for real this time!" and the dude runs off. We all lay there until the sun comes up and get the gently caress out.
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May 4, 2015 13:29
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My wife stayed in a 3* hotel room for a college reunion this weekend. She booked a non-smoking room. She was given a smoking room. As far as I know, that's the only thing that was off about the stay. But to hear my wife tell it, it was like a stay at Auschwitz.
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May 4, 2015 16:48
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photomikey posted:My wife stayed in a 3* hotel room for a college reunion this weekend. She booked a non-smoking room. She was given a smoking room. Thank gently caress all hotel rooms here are non-smoking. Saves a lot of dramas. Had an American guest who arrived very early at the hotel and had to go to some conference or something so I gave them access to a dirty room, which I normally wouldn't do because it is gross but they were kind of desperate. Well, he left his toiletries bag in the room, housekeeping took it assuming it was the previous guest's. The American comes back and tells me the his toiletries are missing, it takes me 10 minutes to find them and he tells me this is his worst hotel experience ever and he travels internationally all the time. Ok.
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May 4, 2015 17:18
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Big Willy Style posted:Had an American guest who arrived very early at the hotel and had to go to some conference or something so I gave them access to a dirty room, which I normally wouldn't do because it is gross but they were kind of desperate. Well, he left his toiletries bag in the room, housekeeping took it assuming it was the previous guest's. The American comes back and tells me the his toiletries are missing, it takes me 10 minutes to find them and he tells me this is his worst hotel experience ever and he travels internationally all the time. Ok. Did you tell him the room was going to be nasty, or just leave that tidbit of knowledge as a fun surprise?
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May 5, 2015 04:24
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photomikey posted:As far as I know, that's the only thing that was off about the stay. But to hear my wife tell it, it was like a stay at Auschwitz. Depending on how much the room has been smoked in it can be pretty bad. I used to work for a third party service provider to Fujifilm and when I first started I had to do rotations in northern Michigan (not upper peninsula but close) to perform PMs at Walgreens. Once I had to do it in the middle of summer/vacation season and while hotels were available the average room rate was $50 higher than my maximum allowed rate. The closest I could find was a smoking room at a Best Western, and I've been in dive bars with fresher smelling air. I didn't get much/any sleep that night and my clothes smelled like I had a two pack a day habit for the rest of the week.
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