Gästanvändare
25 oktober 2021
My impression was that it was the sort of place you'd expect to find in a film in which
the charracter stays in a rundown flophouse to write a novel.
But when your reality is to try and sleep before taking a plane the next morning, it is a lot less funny.
The place itself is in an untouristy area of London well away from the airport.
There is a hidden door on a street corner as a main entrance, the type which underground nightclubs use.
Then a very steep staircase at 45 degrees of at least 15 steps.
Inside the room you quickly realize it's the kind of flophouse that doesn't sleep.
People's TVs playing all night, noise from the street including but not limited to
police sirens, tweekers arguing outside. (the Inn is on a very busy main road)
There was a 2 inch gap at the bottom of my door which evidently let in all the noises
of the corridor and also the smells. The whole building had an undefinable smell of
cooking. It was in the bedsheets, the curtains, in my clothes the next morning....
I was awoken at 5 AM by an awful smell of spicy cooking as if I had been sleeping
in a kitchen. Hungover from lack of sleep, I got out of there.
As a youngster, I have stayed in alsorts of places from squats to vans to campsites.
I am not a snob by any means but this place is beyond all I've ever seen.
Not good at all and no thanks to Trip.com for listing it.
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