Upon my arrival I noticed several dirty mattresses casually stacked in one corner of the car park. I also noticed that the car park hadn't seen a broom, weed brush, pressure wash or general spruce up in approximately one maybe two decades.
Once i had collected my key from the office transported straight out of 1984 (like the car park hadn't received a spruce up in many decades). I was shown to my room, via a couple of PIN controlled doors similar to, I'd imagine, you'd find in a budget cut prison. Up the Baltic temperature, painted blockwork & colour barren staircase I was shown my room. In which the man (was never given a name, position or even a welcome for that matter) switched on my electric radiator. This was a nice touch had the room not been close to matching the temperature outside (3.5 degrees centigrade by my cars temperature display). I ask why was this heater not switched on an hour or so before my check-in?
Next port of call was the bathroom, having completed a 6 and a half hour drive with only a single stop...now at this point I didn't really want to touch the door handle, to the bathroom, due to me spotting something. There was a brown / red smudge about the size of a pinky nail. Now was this dried blood (a possibility) or was it fecal matter.... i didn't want to find out. Gingerly I opened that door, without touching my new friend smudgy, and was greeted by a wc, sink & shower actually lifted from a prison with someone else's hair all over the sink & Soap!