The dorm was spotless, and I appreciated the private bathroom that had three showers, three toilets, and a fridge—super convenient. The key‑card entry system worked smoothly, and the location was quiet and local, so I stayed for a full week. The staff didn’t speak English, but Google Translate made communication easy. However, the owner’s son—or a staff member whose room bordered the dorm—played guitar and sang loudly at 7 a.m. on a Sunday, and sometimes stayed up all night, even screaming. He also smoked weed and other substances in the common areas, including the kitchen, despite the no‑smoking signs. The whole building carried a strong weed odor, and the noise rules after 10 p.m. seemed ignored. Luckily the smell didn’t seep into the dorm, but since I was the only guest there, I decided to move to a more social hostel for safety.
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