There are very few hotels in this part of Bristol and those that are around all seem to be about the same. The room was a garret with peeling pink paint about six flights of stairs up from the lobby, with no elevator. Speaking of pink, the two chairs in the room are pink velvet with filthy seats and chair legs that are no more than 12 inches long that were probably bought at the Alice-in-Wonderland garage sale. There is a tiny window that only opens about three inches and does not close completely. leaving the room always stuffy (no AC, of course). No Internet, although there are many wires coming from the TV that does not work. There’s traffic passing below, along with the loud drunkards coming out of the bar across the street in the wee hours. The walls are paper thin. No shower, just a bath, but it comes with soap and shampoo. An English breakfast is included, although you have to tolerate the TV news that’s been turned up to the sound level of an airplane takeoff. But it’s reasonably clean and maybe I’ll never have to come back to this town. And once again, you get what you pay for.
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