2/10
Think twice. Then think again. Then don’t book.
We chose this place because it was near where we needed to be. Seemed like a convenient option. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t. Not even close.
We pulled up to find a guy passed out in his car, people wandering around sipping beers like it was Mardi Gras—but without the fun. I turned to my wife and said, “We might’ve made a mistake.” Understatement of the year.
I walked into the lobby and was immediately greeted by a wall of weed so thick I could practically taste it. (My wife later asked why I came back smelling like I had just hotboxed with Snoop Dogg.)
There’s no front desk staff—you have to call someone using the lobby phone. At 5 PM, the attendant finally shuffled in looking like we’d just woken her from a nap in another dimension. I asked to cancel. She told me to call Expedia. Fine.
Expedia said they were happy to refund—if the hotel agreed. I even offered the hotel $200 in cash to let us cancel. Nope. They still refused.
So here I am writing this instead of relaxing. You’re welcome.
DO. NOT. STAY. HERE.
Unless you’re into the whole “sketchy-motel-core” aesthetic, complete with a contact high and a free side of regret.
This place is not safe.
Drugs, weird vibes, and zero customer service.
Hard pass.
Jason
Menginap 3 malam pada bulan Juni 2025