From the moment I walked into my room, I knew I had made a mistake. The overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke hit me immediately, even though I had booked a non-smoking room. It wasn’t just a faint smell—it was soaked into everything. The curtains, the furniture, the bedding. It was disgusting.
There were dirty, used towels sitting on top of the closet rack, as if they had just been tossed up there and forgotten. The carpet was so sticky that I kept my shoes on the entire time.
The worst part was the door. It didn’t even lock properly. I tried several times and the deadbolt wouldn’t catch all the way. I ended up tying my dog’s leash to the door handle and top latch, and put a chair under the door just to try to protect myself.
Outside was just as unsettling. People were hanging around the parking lot throughout the night and I was approached by men trying to hustle or sell things. I told them no each time, but they were persistent. There was no visible staff, no security, and no one checking on what was going on. I felt completely exposed and vulnerable.
As a woman traveling alone, I was terrified. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t even feel comfortable lying down. I packed up and left at 1:30 in the morning because I genuinely felt safer sleeping in my car than staying in that room any longer.
Please believe the reviews. I wish I had read them. This place is not clean, not safe, and absolutely not worth it. No price justifies feeling this unsafe.