As I mentioned, the 2-metre-plus security fence immediately put me off — not my style at all.
We booked what was described as a standard motel room (sleeps 3), which typically means a queen bed and a single. Instead, we were given what appeared to be the overflow children’s annex from a double family room — three single beds crammed into a space that had clearly been retrofitted to pass as a separate room. It felt like a makeshift solution that children might tolerate, but discerning adults would find quite underwhelming.
The bathroom was a mixed bag. While the individually provided shampoo, conditioner, and body wash were a nice touch, the shower drainage was poorly designed — water pooled directly in front of the toilet rather than flowing to the drain. The sliding door wouldn’t close properly, and the exhaust fan above the shower was in a filthy, unacceptable state.
On the upside, the beds were reasonably comfortable. But the air conditioning and the curtains were significantly skewed, and while not critical, these details reflect a broader neglect in how the room is maintained and presented.
To my knowledge, there was no iron, no hairdryer, and the cleaning gear — broom, mop, etc. — was piled in the corner next to an uncomfortable wooden chair, adding to the general feeling of being in a utility closet rather than a guest room.
That said, I had no hesitation in giving 5-star reviews to my accommodation before and after and they were cheaper and at 40 years old.