Do you ever have that sense of foreboding when you turn up at a hotel? Sometimes its just the fear of the unknown and the upcoming adventure then everything turns out fine… Then there’s the other times. This is one of those times!
I guess I’ve just been spoiled by the first class, luxury hotels I’ve stayed at for the past 5 years. So when you end up in a supposedly decent hotel, and you get a room that only has two single beds and looks like it was last refurbed in the 80s, including a cork bulletin board in the room (wtf were these people thinking!) I get a tad disappointed.