We were 'fortunate' enough to be booked in room 302 -- which is in fact not one of the numerous little shoebox rooms down the long, spooky, moldy, rotten corridors, but our 'deluxe room' turned out to be a shipping container on bricks on the roof of the hotel, entirely separate. Literally felt like a pale haunted Japanese child was going to crawl from out of a dark corner and reap my soul (in the mood for The Grudge, anybody?). Streaks of brown dust and weird liquid on the curtains. Black spots on the doors (fungal spores or demon blood? Guess we'll never know). Someone else's greasy handprints all over the place, and a disgusting looking bed. It would not even be a surprise to find a corpse tucked in there. Weird shavings on the floor on the photos. Complete misrepresentation in the pics, where it looked quite good, but when we arrived, our 'deluxe room' turned out to be a shipping container on bricks on the roof. There was absolutely no attempt made to insultate the container from the noise in the street. I should have known when my e mails and calls to the hotel went unanswered, even my mail of two weeks before our arrival elicited no response. There was only one towel in the room, and no one available to ask for another one. We hauled our heavy suitcases up three flights of stairs (yup, no elevator), took one look at the room, and hauled our suitcases right back down again, straight into an Uber, off to a hotel where we DIDN'T feel like we are imprisoned in a Soviet gulag