My hotel room was a dump.
Thin walls. I could hear the occupants next door turning their microwave on and off. I could hear their alarm clock going off (and it took them a long time to shut off the alarm).
My room was next to the tanks which serviced the pool. So everything in my room smelled like chlorine. It was the stench of disinfectant in a seedy motel room. The pool was filthy (not that I wanted to go swimming). Sand and dirt strewn about the bottom.
My room had a flimsy hollow core door, which if one was determined, you could easily kick the door in. A flimsy lock on the door. It was one of those places that the police use when theyโre setting up a sting. In the movies, they huddle around a grainy monitor, listening over a busted speaker, waiting on the informant to say the code word before they spring into action and come rushing in through the adjoining door with guns drawn.
It was only for one night, so I toughed it out, but it was a restless night and I must have woke up half a dozen times.
Iโve travelled quite a bit, all over the world and your facility has to be the 3rd worst motel, Iโve ever spent the night in.
Now I know, โWhere NOT to stayโ in Port Douglas. Next time Iโll stay elsewhere.
The next morning after I checked out and didnโt look back.
I'd like a refund. You could not pay me to stay in this motel again.