Hotel SplendidoEnzyme writes, "what about awful hotels, B&Bs, or friends' houses where you've had no choice but to stay the night?"
What, the place in Oxford that had the mattresses encased in plastic (crinkly noises all night), the place in Blackpool where the night manager would drum to the music on his ipod on the corridor walls as he did his rounds, or the place in Lancaster where the two single beds(!) collapsed through metal fatigue?
Add your crappy hotel experiences to our list.
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chthonic, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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The bells, the bellsAs usual, I made my last minute arrangement to fly to Hamsterjam for a presentation but couldn't find any accommodation due to the annual TV/Media show that was on that week.
So I rang round until I eventually found a B&B that was fairly central and had a room.
The hotel was a tiny traditional Amsterdam house with one room on each floor and the narrowest staircase ever. So scrambled to my room on the first floor and was shown the en-suite "shower-room".
I dumped my case and made for the bars. After a very good night out I came back to find the tide was in and the sewer smell was coming back up the shower drain.
I know, I thought, I'll open the window - only to find the place was 50 yards from a church with a steeple with the loudest 'effing clock ever that bonged every 15 minutes all night - despite stuffing my ears with the whole toilet roll - so next morning I had a huge hangover, no sleep and the Amsterdam sewers to contend with.
I've always thought Amsterdam was a shite-hole since.
(, Sat 19 Jan 2008, 12:03, Reply)
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