When we arrived there was a paper notice on the door: we had to go across the road to another hotel to check in. The guy didn’t take my name or booking reference, just handed me a slip of paper to fill out and gave me a random room key.
Considering that I booked a deluxe double room, I wouldn’t have called it that myself.
We were in LG3 - essentially, a cupboard in a basement. So small, the expression “no room to swing a cat” would be generous.
The bed (“like lying on a tombstone” as per my fiancé): hard, tiny, yet only the smallest amount of floor space possible to actually walk around. There were stains on the bedding & curtains, hairs on the floor, dust coating the skirting boards, dirty cups & some sort of sticky residue on the bedside drawers - it didn’t appear to have been cleaned between our stay and the previous occupants’ (or the ones before that!). The view out of the window was a white wall with a yellow ladder leaning against it - I mean at this point what’s the point in having a window, I’m in the basement for Pete’s sake!
The one good thing about it was the rainfall shower, but if it weren’t for that this would be the worst trip I’ve ever been on.
There’s no evidence of there ever having been a reception, just an empty vending machine. In all honesty, it seems as though the hotel opposite bought this in order to have more rooms available, but used a different name for the building to avoid having to take responsibility for it. I certainly wouldn’t stay again.