1/5 Sim B. 2 years ago on Google
Renamed
as
the
Celecton,
the
lobby
has
perhaps
had
a
refurb,
but
nothing
else
has.
Once
you
can
finally
get
in
the
elevator,
which
stays
open
for
only
a
few
seconds
before
snapping
shut
painfully
on
any
appendage
you
may
have
in
the
vicinity
of
the
doors
at
the
time,
you
arrive
on
a
floor
in
desperate
need
of
a
deep
clean
and
a
palpable
wave
of
decades-old
stale
cigarette
smoke.
Your
poky
room
offers
little
respite
in
terms
of
decor
(chintzy
polyester
bedspreads
in
lurid
shades,
flat
pink
carpets,
smelly
curtains
covering
a
view
of
carpark
or
brick
walls),
space
(nowhere
to
put
two
suitcases,
nowhere
to
sit
except
the
beds,
unless
you
want
to
sit
at
the
desk/dressing
table/only
flat
surface
and
stare
at
your
own
refection
in
the
mirror),
or
comfort
(a
trip
hazard
entrance
to
the
bathroom
not
much
bigger
than
those
in
economy
class
on
an
aeroplane,
one
teabag
apiece,
one
pillow
each,
half
stuffed
with
barley
or
corn
or
some
other
kind
of
dried
grass
best
found
in
breakfast
cereal,
an
overstarched
yukata
in
very
small
sizing).
Be
grateful
for
the
office
chair,
however,
as
you
will
likely
be
spending
a
lot
of
time
sitting
in
the
corridor
(or
down
in
the
lobby),
if
you
want
to
access
anything
via
the
internet.
Access
from
the
corridor
will
still
be
exceedingly
slow,
but
it
is
completely
impossible
from
within
your
room.
The
local
hotel
network
didn't
even
show
up
as
an
option
on
any
of
my
devices,
when
I
was
in
my
room.
There
is
a
LAN
connection
in
the
room,
but
since
we
are
now
actually
in
the
21st
century,
I've
stopped
traveling
with
such
luxuries.
The
bed
(despite
the
pillow)
is
comfortable,
and
the
shower
pressure
reasonable
and
the
water
hot,
but
this
is
not
a
room
in
which
to
linger.
I'm
sure
there
are
worse
rooms
around,
but
I
hope
I
don't
have
to
experience
them.
I
would
give
this
only
half
a
star
if
I
could.
Absolutely
dreadful.