Probably the hotel manager (including receptionist and cleaning service) was well aware that his service was displeasing. He sent a "No Show" notice to the hotel booker I used to book this hotel, whereas I did show up and stayed here. Hence, I couldn't write a review about this hotel on that hotel booker's website. When I argued why he had done so, he said that it was his new receptionist's fault. And yet, the record of "no show" wasn't changed.
I wonder how many times he has done this trick. How many negative reviews has he forestalled??
Just a night before my arrival, he sent me an email asking on what time I would check in. I explained to him my condition and that I probably would arrive at night. He sent a reply to that email which means he had read my email. Therefore, he should have no reason for sending my hotel booker a "No Show" report.
My room was extremely small. Under my bed were two (at least) big suitcases of whom I don't know. Before I went to bed, a cockroach crept up the wall bidding me good night. The next morning, another one or maybe the same one, greeted me good morning. I smashed that one and left the beaten cockroach on the wall.
In the afternoon I returned to my room and found a bunch of keys hanging on my key slot. I went out to find the manager/receptionist who was holding a mob in his hand. He said that he had been cleaning my room.
The beaten cockroach on the wall was gone. I went into the bathroom. Another cockroach said good afternoon to me. With all my might I stomped that alien to death.
My towel had been replaced with a (seemingly) new one, but torn.
At night, when I returned back, another cockroach crawled on my blanket. I crushed that alien between the blanket and brought the blanket outside for exchange of a new one. I got a new one but was asked at what time I was going to check out.
That was a rather irritating question, because the night before that matter had already been discussed and agreed. Thus I had to repeat our talk the previous night.
In the middle of the night, past eleven o'clock, he knocked on my door. "What is it?" I asked from inside.
"What time are you going to check out tommorow?" he asked, again. Aaargh.
Between my sleep that night, I heard guests passing my room and whispering in front of my door. When I got out, I noticed that the manager had sticked a big white piece paper on my door telling me to leave my suitcase in the room and I should get it at the receptionist no later than 6:00 PM, and bla bla bla. What a treatment!
Chung King Mansion is located on a strategic place. However, for a first timer in Hong Kong, let alone finding Maple Leaf Guest House, finding Chung King Mansion itself is headache. The frequent Indians along Nathan Road and inside Chung King Mansion offering accomodation makes it worse.