The hostel sits right next to my university, which was convenient. However, getting to the room meant climbing 5 floors without an elevator while lugging 50 kilos of luggage. The men’s bathroom was in terrible shape—one stall door was barely hanging on, and there was a stain at the bottom of the toilet bowl. The room itself felt cramped, with a folded bed tucked behind mine and the bed mattress in poor condition; they had chosen the worst pillow I could find. Overall, the place looked unkempt and dirty. The receptionist told me she would fix my door code, but she never mentioned when she did it, so I was unsure whether my belongings were secure or left open to anyone. By the time any staff could confirm the room’s security, I had already booked another hotel.
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