Maybe you were broke. Maybe the hotel mis-advertised itself. Maybe it was a snowstorm in the middle of nowhere and there was nowhere else to stay.
Where was it? How did you end up in it?
Once we stayed at a well-known resort in Muskoka, aka Toronto’s Vacation Wonderland. The room had flooded and no one on the staff had noticed. Step inside room. Squelch. Not a good start to a vacation. Continue reading
Let me start with the worst hotel experience I ever had. It was in Albuquerque, a word that if I never have to type it out again in my life I’ll be very happy.
It was part of a cheap chain, one we’d often stayed at before and done just fine. They’d all been clean, quiet, and had very comfortable beds. But this one! When we first entered the road, there was no air conditioning (it was nearly 90 outside), no remote, no fridge, microwave, iron, ironing board or coffee-maker, as there had been in the rest of the chain. Continue reading