Not gonna lie, the floor was basically a crumb buffet, and the window? Yeah, cracked. Whole room felt like it was holding its breath—definitely screaming for some air con. Kinda annoying that if you want a bathtub, you’re stuck on the first or second floor in the second building. What’s up with that?
The “cottage room” isn’t anything to write home about either. Just a shower cubicle, and honestly, you’d better not try squeezing in there with anyone else unless you want to get real close, real fast.
Oh, and the bar? Hope you brought your wallet, ‘cause drinks are pricey.
On the bright side, staff were super friendly and helpful. At least someone’s bringing their A-game.