Went with a few friends to sample the cultural delights of the region. When reception said we were about to ”get stung” and then charged us $45/head/night, confusion reigned. That was until we realised that the ”Queen” Deluxe Suite was not in reference to the size of the bed, but the size of the bee that awaited on level 4. Unfortunately, our friend from Sha Tin grasped the short straw, although it didn't seem like the only needle ever used at the place. On level 2, our Austrian friend Joey L. Fritz checked out early as he could almost watch TV in the room above given the state of the ceiling. Falling apart as if it had been painted with a hammer by Albury's answer to Michelangelo. On level 3, we avoided falling into the abyss, but faced our own challenges. The 3 single beds took up 60% of the floor space but were luckily on wheels for improved mobility. A great competition commenced on the Saturday night for what could keep us awake the best - the bass from the (likely cheap) club DJ that will ring in my ears long after I'm deceased, the locals yelling 2 syllable words at each other on the street, the AC system that wasn't switched on yet sounded like it was about to take off and fly across the Pacific, our neighbours adjacent who blared heavy metal at 5am, or the plague of insects that joined and revelled in the bleak conditions. The hard rubbish bathroom entry door led to a shower that would've been the tougher option in the 2nd world war. The only tradesmen that have ever set foot in this place were seemingly only there to steal the lightbulbs and some wiring. To sum up, not too bad, like Jumanji in that there's a different challenge around ever turn, and you end up thinking about the same fate as the main actor. 4/5
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