If you’re wondering what you get for a low price, this hotel is the answer—and then some. It’s the only “convenient” option outside Richmond, unless you count sleeping in your car (which honestly might’ve been safer and cleaner).
They brag about a “recent renovation,” but the beds felt like leftovers from a freshman dorm move-out day. At sunrise, the cleaning crew turned the hall into their personal coffee shop—thin walls made sure I caught every word of their conversation, including how the exterior doors don’t lock and how sketchy the neighborhood is. Thanks for the reassurance!
The hallways smelled like a sewer married a dumpster, and the front desk was busy eating dinner while the aroma wafted through the building like a cheap air freshener. Cozy!
We actually shoved chairs against our door before bed. That’s not a travel hack—that’s survival mode. If you’re looking for an experience somewhere between “roach motel” and “horror movie set,” congratulations, you found it.