The Bamboo Palace Hotel & Residences

It's very clean even when the location gushes out nothing but dust and debris. Shouldn't this accommodation be closed for a while there where the construction all around it completely destroys the experience. Doesn't this level of reconstruction in a direct environment invite local governments to support a hospitality business owners? Normally I do care about owners of businesses, but I personally didn't feel welcome at all. Premature check in was comfy, but what else? The reconstruction took place until 22:30PM. It started in the morning at 6AM. Drilling in heavy concrete blocks was really too.much. During check in I was kindly asked if I already had lunch. But the follow up was staring into almost empty buckets that should keep food warm and not hungry people craving for some energy. Even explicitly naming the prices of the food made me feel flabber gasted, so I went for a old school La Vache qui rit and some pieces of bread. I was in France Town anyway. A town that didn't only gushed my lungs full with dust and debris. The local women also gushed their personal dust, debris and disgust towards me there where I am to be considered as a evil white bald man. Therefore I certainly do NOT recommend white bald dude's like me to even enter the area they want to be experienced like Little Paris. The area is beautiful and it's filled with amazing Bonsai. The architecture certainly showes that my French roots knew what they where doing. So it certainly felt like home. Even the racist disgust towards my appearance made me feel like home, because that's where it all started. Women randomly go and show there disgust towards certain appearances. As if every World War is repeating itself. Therefore I can't keep my visit to Viet Nam warm in my heart. I'm sincerely happy to leave next week and even while sitting here in the following hotel (4*), local people rather rise their elbows towards me instead of just being professional and focus on a good review, at least. Some facts about the Bamboo hotel. I stayed in the presidential suite. It was huge, but there where no toiletries. Like earbuds or a shaver. Not that I needed that. But it's just a small thing. I felt that the place was a little outdated. It was my body that kept the water warm while bubbling a bit. So I would like to thank the Vietnamese community to destroy my experience. It certainly didn't motivate me to be a cool tourist that spends money on sight seeing etcetera. I've seen enough. With my biggest respect to the rock, because that's the only super power that kept my spirit alive. Now cleanse my lungs, arteries, and brain. Stop racism! Namaste.