“Notte da incubo”
I was really taken by the colorful décor and the little touches that made the place feel ready for anything. The security box outside was open and the room keys were mixed up, so we could get in but couldn’t lock our door. I eventually got my key back from the guest in the next room, but if it had left, I’d have had to leave my stuff with the door open. The room was advertised as a double but we were given three camping hammocks, and mine had a strong, stale sweat smell that kept me awake for at least 5 minutes; I spent the whole night between the hammock and the sofa, with no washcloth or pillowcase for hygiene. I’m not sure if the sheets were changed, but the mattress was definitely not disinfected; the room had no air‑conditioning, so whoever slept there before me probably sweated a lot. The host should disinfect everything before new guests arrive, not just change the sheets (which were greenish). The room smelled like a stomach. The shared bathroom’s door wouldn’t close, so traveling with two women I had to act as a bodyguard during showers to protect their privacy from other guests. When we arrived for breakfast, I noticed there was no milk in the fridge; I asked the host if I could get some, and he told me to go to a supermarket because they usually “throw it away.” The real issue was the poor hygiene and safety of the breakfast items: everything was in bulk containers—jam jars that had been opened and eaten by someone else, the same for butter, sugar, and cookies.
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