In our first room, the bathroom fan stopped working after two days, which caused damp toilet paper and tissues. We coped by moving the toilet paper in and out, though we often forgot. We reported the issue, were told someone would fix it—but no one showed. After following up, we were informed repairs would happen only after we moved out. The repairman later said it needed a new fan, which could take 1–7 days to arrive.
Given the uncertainty, we packed overnight to move. But then we were told we couldn’t get the new room key until 4 p.m.—even though we had booked the full week and the room was ready. This meant we might have no access to our belongings for hours.
We tried waiting in the common area, but there was nowhere comfortable. The first floor was dim and reeked of pesticides. Every time we entered, we had to hold our breath and rush to the elevator in the dark. The motion-sensor lights would finally turn on—just when we no longer needed them. Any electricity saved likely came at the cost of guest comfort.
On our last day, someone finally propped the door open to let the smell out—but by then it didn’t help.
The building photos were taken on a sunny day to look appealing, but in reality the cracked, uneven pathway made pushing luggage uphill a challenge. This place is not worth the money saved.