We were on a trip to Cape Flattery. In the motels defense... It was the only hotel in Sekiu open during that season. We didnt know that or we would have stayed in Port Angeles.
I dont know where these other people saw the flat screen tvs and nice showers, but we must have missed that hotel.
We walked in to the room and looked around. Came to the conclusion that thier vacuum must not work very well. Along the entire border of the room, there was an inch thick strip of dust, dirt and other items (to include a 800mg Ibuprofen, a plethora of well dusted over insects, and a couple marbles). Walked into the bathroom to see that yellow staining that comes from smoke and high humidity, dripping down the walls into small puddles on the floor. The shower was a single person stand up shower that looked homemade.
Then we wanted to make our trip special (despite the surrounding moat of death and decay from the bugs) and lifted the sheets back... What did we find. Puke. Yes, Puke. In between the top comforter and yellow warm blanket was a dried pile of brown puke folded nicely in the bed. When i took this to the manager, his friendly demeanor went away. He complained that i was complaining. He gave us a new set of nicely folded sheets. I gave these to my girlfriend and she went back to the room. I stayed behind to ask where dinner is in this small town. My girlfriend comes back not two minutes later and drops the new sheets back off. We (the manager and I) unfolded the sheets to see what surprises lay beneath. After unfolding the sheet one time (most people fold sheets 4-6 times) we noticed 4 nice sized pubic hairs ( not from one donor either, as three were pretty long and two of those were different colors and the fourth was smaller and very red). The manager had the balls to then say to me that i was coming in to his office too much and needed to give him a break.
The free wi-fi that is offered apparently gets locked and a pass code when you bother the manager too much.
If you have read this far, i have only one thing more to pass on. Our first night, after all this manager stuff, we were enjoying a view from our window when we saw a homeless man take shelter in the doorway of the restaurant next door. It was 35 maybe 40 degrees and pouring rain on this man and i actually gave a second thought to switching the homeless man places, only to hear my girlfriend say that he would turn up his nose at this place. She was right.