Mister Anderson (02-08-16)
SophieX (04-08-16)
Not a horror story..but true.
There i was, standing at the end of the bed in a hotel room, Mellors junior already covered and standing to attention. In front of me on the bed, pointing towards the ceiling was probably the most perfect ass ever to be seen in Cork, belonging to now retired Sonya. The morphing of our body parts was just about to begin, when there was a click at the door, both Sonya and I turned our heads in that direction to see the cleaner letting herself in with her key card.
For some reason, both of us said a jaunty "hi " .. you could see the lady blush the brightest red from her neck upwards and she reversed out of the room backwards at the speed of light.
Sonya then turned to me and said.." do you think she saw us "....doh.
The review i left on Trivago was a little diffwrent to the norm !
The only hotel, horror story, I have encountered was the bill.
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Shalom/salaam.
10,000 years of Middle Eastern civilisation and the place is not at peace but rather in pieces.
blue rebel (04-08-16)
I once stayed in a small hotel on the road to Toulouse whilst on a Road Trip from Cherbourg to Valencia, the village the Hotel was in was totally abandoned, everything was bordes shut and had grafity on it. Only every third lamp-post, actually worked,
The Maitre'd was a short fat old man who just grunted at you. And the Rooms, gods, you could peel the carpet from he floor, the TV was smashed to bits, there were iron bars both on the inside and outside of a cracked window. The Toilet was blocked to the rim with murky brown stagnant water, the shower had fungus thick all over it, and the bed was stained yellow and bloody, not to mention the fact that the wall the bed was pushed up against had a fucking hole in it.
Needless to say, my friends and I picked up our bags, got back in our jeep, and drove through the night to Toulouse.
Last edited by MisterSmith8091; 04-08-16 at 00:24. Reason: Unfinished Sentence
blue rebel (04-08-16)