Let me start: So basically I was in really cheap, crappy hotel which had a pool but the walls around it had some really bad mold. The first room I got smelt like cigarette smoke and the sheets had stains all over it. The second room was MUCH better thank god.
Took my now ex wife to a fancy hotel to have some time alone. We had just arrived and gotten settled in, she forgot her phone in the car so I ran down to get it. While I was looking at it to pick it up, a text came through and I saw enough of it from the notification popup on the lock screen to see she was planning on having another guy come for sex when I left for work in the morning. I of course open the phone and check the entire message history to confirm that’s what she was planning. I got pissed, threw her phone in the gutter, checked out of the hotel asking for a refund and went home, leaving her there.
I yanked the room door open from the inside, forgetting that the latch was still on.
The door frame moulding pulled right off of the wall. The latch was only attached to the moulding and not the wall behind it.
We found a frog in our room once. That’s the one and only time I’ve gone back to the front desk and said “get me another room”.
Side note: I’m British so it was a lot more polite than that. Conflict is not our jam.
Had a similar experience in London for 1 night for work, except it was a huge cockroach. I had never seen a cockroach that black and that big before, and didn’t know how much of a phobia I had of them. Noticed a swarm of them on the ground outside the window of my room, the only room on the ground floor with a fire exit to this cockroach-filled area with a wide gap on the bottom… Couldn’t get another room, so I just left lmao. Thankfully I was able to crash at a coworker’s place just before the tube closed, otherwise I would’ve slept on a bench in Paddington station.
In hindsight I should’ve gone full “I want to speak to the manager” mode because it was fucking disgusting. I’m also never staying at somewhere in Paddington again - what a shithole.
I was making my way over-land from Vietnam to China and there was only one train a day from this town and the border crossing took too long.
So here I am stuck in this tiny border town and I go to the only “hotel” in town.
The “bathroom” did not have a toilet, just a 3 inch sewer opening where a toilet should have been. I had to aim as best I could. The bed was obviously rough, I did not trust the sheets at all that looked dirty. Luckily I brought my own little sarong I could put down. Too hot for any blankets luckily.
Later that evening the hotel keepers son kept bringing girls to the room to try to sell, and his parents were cussing him out over it at the top of their lungs while he was trying to present them.
The “hotel” was not approved for foreigners and the hotel keeper was adamant I get out of there early in the morning before the police came by.
That was quite the welcome to China, and the next two very long days in “hard seat” class on a meter gauge rail line winding through China, while beautiful, about broke my spirit.
I was planning a long road trip that I could have done all at once, but decided to break into two days with a hotel stay somewhere near the middle. I was on a bit of a budget, so when I found a room for ~$60, I was thrilled.
When I got there, the shower handle was plumbed backwards (so the “Cold” direction was hot), the first towel on the rack had brown splatters that were very clearly old blood stains, and while I was showering a big roach wandered up onto the lip of the shower like “S’up, bro,” then meandered off like he did this sort of thing every day.
The bed was about as cushy as a gym floor mat, the pillows were bricks, and when I sat down on the desk chair to put on my shoes, the whole thing just about collapsed under me.
The review I left said: “The best $10 hotel room that $60 can buy,” and since then I just make all my road trips in one go if I can’t afford to spend at least $100 for a hotel room.
We should have asked for a different room but the thermostat wasn’t working right so all night the room was something like 27 or 28C. We opened the window only to discover our room was above the entrance to the hotel. We didn’t sleep well that night.
Got bedbugs at a Comfort Inn near Columbia, MD. That was actually the second room they gave me. First one’s fridge was broken. They offered me a free future stay at that hotel. Needless to say they got the shittiest review I’ve ever left a hotel.
there was this hotel we always used to go to with my family during vacation, nothing exceptional but it was pretty cool. Then one year, for whatever reason, our two rooms were full of worms, on the floor, walls, curtains…they were everywhere. I don’t think we’ve ever went back after that year
WORMS? How does something like that even happen?
Every other hotel I’ve been to in Japan was excellent, but this one was… not.
We walk in, the clerk didn’t speak any English. That’s fine, I don’t expect any different, and my travelling companion grew up in Yokohama and is fluent. (But is relevant in a second.)
Got to the room, sat down on the futon (a mat on the floor, very common in Japanese hotels that don’t cater to foreigners), and I look at the pretty spotted pattern on the wallpaper.
Then I realized that the spots were moving.
Then my companion noticed the same moving spots on the blankets we were sitting on, it was some type of small round beetle.
We immediately marched down to the front desk to demand a refund and leave. Except that my companion can’t do that, Japanese is too polite to demand. So I had to start yelling in English (a great language for yelling, even (especially?) if the listener doesn’t speak it). We finally got a refund and headed out to find a place that wasn’t crawling with bugs.
