Tuesday, June 14, 2011
13 June Part 2
So when I left the hostel, 3 nights early, the woman behind the counter batted her eyes at me, scoffed, and asked, "ahuh, why?" When I told her about the rudeness of the staff, she blamed me, and when I told her of the mold and the hole in the floor, she offered to move me to a new room. But i had already booked a new hostel. I just wanted to be out of that nightmare, so I have left. Picadilly hostel is more central and cleaner than "Central." I feel like I'm in a hospital...or a large university dormitory hall. it's bright and clean and organized. I neither see nor smell mold. heres hoping nobody gets wierd idesas in the night...
London: Jun 13
Here's what I wrote in my journal after waking up this morning:
This hostel (26 Princes court; Named Central Hostel) is DISGUSTING. This place is Nasty. 1stly, the beds. they are a death trap. There's a bunch of rusty springs holding them to a metal frame, and when someone gets up top, it bends down so low that I have to crawl into my bed, head ducked down to avoid ass-barbs catching me in the face. I mean, literally I had nightmare last night that the bunk would give way, and I'd be scarred forever with scabbed, infected scarrs, head to toe.
There are gigantic mold rings on the walls and down in the corners and at the door jams, and the floor is wet from faulty plumbing. My head is aching. I can literally TASTE the mold in the air. the common room is inthe basement and so stuffy and crowded that I feel uncomfortable being in there. There is only one internet computer, for which they CHARGE a hefty fee, and there is no WIFI!!! seriously?!?!?!? What day in age do we live in here? Also, there are no lockers in the room. Now, for the people. I wake up this morning, to take my...vitamin...by alarm. the guy above me at this time, rolls over and lets out a big, juicy fart. Then he starts to masturbate. I can hear it. the bed is moving and I wonder, am I the only one awake and hearing this. I guess this is his query, too. because seconds later there's a pause in activity, and a head pops over the edge of the top bunk. I am not wearing my glasses, but that was DEFINITELY a head. He thinks I have no clue what he's doing, so he goes back to "business" but the whole bed is shaking, and I am awake--obviously awake. though I am trying to get back to sleep. I even put in my earbuds, that have broken and are only working in one ear....damnit...soooooo gross!
The reception guy was an ass to me last night when I checked in. He didn't have my reservation in front of his face and got annoyed that I only had saved the res number and amt remaining to pay. he should have had this info, this is when i found out that there was no wifi, because I had to lean across the desk and pull up my hostelbooking online. the asshole dude was like, I gotta know what kindof room you booked... Now moving on
I went to use the toilet this morning and theres no sign on the door or anything. but theres BLEACH all over the toilet. WTF? so i cleaned it off; I had to poo.
I lock the door, and do what you do in there, and someone turned off the light and started yelling at me! The cleaning guy wanted to finish up. "did YOU SIT on that toilet?" he asks in a heavy accent, insinuating that I am the ridiculous one. He laughs! "It's COVERED in BLEACH!" I'm not so stupid that I'd sit on a wet toilet, or not notice the smell and texture of bleach. I walked away and sighed. What kind of people treat people like this???
CENTRAL HOSTEL.
26 Princes Square, London
Worse than 'Nam
no literally. I have been to hostels in Vietnam. They are Way nicer, and more friendly. Even the prostitutes are nicer.
This hostel (26 Princes court; Named Central Hostel) is DISGUSTING. This place is Nasty. 1stly, the beds. they are a death trap. There's a bunch of rusty springs holding them to a metal frame, and when someone gets up top, it bends down so low that I have to crawl into my bed, head ducked down to avoid ass-barbs catching me in the face. I mean, literally I had nightmare last night that the bunk would give way, and I'd be scarred forever with scabbed, infected scarrs, head to toe.
There are gigantic mold rings on the walls and down in the corners and at the door jams, and the floor is wet from faulty plumbing. My head is aching. I can literally TASTE the mold in the air. the common room is inthe basement and so stuffy and crowded that I feel uncomfortable being in there. There is only one internet computer, for which they CHARGE a hefty fee, and there is no WIFI!!! seriously?!?!?!? What day in age do we live in here? Also, there are no lockers in the room. Now, for the people. I wake up this morning, to take my...vitamin...by alarm. the guy above me at this time, rolls over and lets out a big, juicy fart. Then he starts to masturbate. I can hear it. the bed is moving and I wonder, am I the only one awake and hearing this. I guess this is his query, too. because seconds later there's a pause in activity, and a head pops over the edge of the top bunk. I am not wearing my glasses, but that was DEFINITELY a head. He thinks I have no clue what he's doing, so he goes back to "business" but the whole bed is shaking, and I am awake--obviously awake. though I am trying to get back to sleep. I even put in my earbuds, that have broken and are only working in one ear....damnit...soooooo gross!
The reception guy was an ass to me last night when I checked in. He didn't have my reservation in front of his face and got annoyed that I only had saved the res number and amt remaining to pay. he should have had this info, this is when i found out that there was no wifi, because I had to lean across the desk and pull up my hostelbooking online. the asshole dude was like, I gotta know what kindof room you booked... Now moving on
I went to use the toilet this morning and theres no sign on the door or anything. but theres BLEACH all over the toilet. WTF? so i cleaned it off; I had to poo.
I lock the door, and do what you do in there, and someone turned off the light and started yelling at me! The cleaning guy wanted to finish up. "did YOU SIT on that toilet?" he asks in a heavy accent, insinuating that I am the ridiculous one. He laughs! "It's COVERED in BLEACH!" I'm not so stupid that I'd sit on a wet toilet, or not notice the smell and texture of bleach. I walked away and sighed. What kind of people treat people like this???
CENTRAL HOSTEL.
26 Princes Square, London
Worse than 'Nam
no literally. I have been to hostels in Vietnam. They are Way nicer, and more friendly. Even the prostitutes are nicer.
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