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4 de marzo de 2024
So, there I was, thinking I had hit the jackpot with a hotel so close to the airport that I could almost check in for my flight from my room. Little did I know, I was about to check into the Comedy Central of hotel experiences. Walking into my room, I was greeted not by a mint on my pillow but by an army of dead mosquitoes decorating the bed. It seemed like they had a party, overindulged, and just couldn’t leave. The cleaning crew must have been on a permanent vacation because the only thing clean in that room was my conscience for not running away immediately. The bathroom was a horror story with a twist of comedy. Calling it “dirty” would be a compliment; it was as if the dirt had moved in, signed a lease, and wasn’t leaving anytime soon. The handwashing bottle wasn’t just dirty; it was auditioning for a role in a grime documentary. But the pièce de résistance was the bathroom glass, so transparent that I felt like I was starring in my own reality show every time I showered. Privacy? More like a public broadcast service! And oh, the staff. They were tip comedians, always with their hands outstretched, ready for a tip even if the only service provided was a lesson in how not to run a hotel. They had this magical ability to appear out of nowhere, especially when I looked remotely content, just to remind me that every interaction apparently had a price tag. In conclusion, if you’re looking for a stay that combines the thrill of a wildlife safari (thanks to the mosquitoes), the suspense of a reality TV show (courtesy of the transparent bathroom), and the humor of a stand-up comedy sketch (shoutout to the ever-optimistic staff), then this is the place for you. Just remember, the real tip is to enjoy the comedy of errors you’re about to experience. And maybe bring your own cleaning supplies.
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