What was your worst hotel experience?

Do motels count? i had to travel out of my state to a place that was 7 hours away by car. I stopped by a road side motel because i was getting tired as hell and it was about to be night time.

Extremely cheap for only like 5 hours, small room with a small bed, a table and a chair, no radio or tv and one huge window. The real surprise was when i entered the bathroom and i swear to god it was bloody, there was blood IN the toilet, in the seat, drops on the floor, there was a little blood on the side walls too,

I closed the shit out of the door and spent the rest 5 hours asleep sitting in the chair, just to get the fuck out of there as soon as morning came.
 
Do motels count? i had to travel out of my state to a place that was 7 hours away by car. I stopped by a road side motel because i was getting tired as hell and it was about to be night time.

Extremely cheap for only like 5 hours, small room with a small bed, a table and a chair, no radio or tv and one huge window. The real surprise was when i entered the bathroom and i swear to god it was bloody, there was blood IN the toilet, in the seat, drops on the floor, there was a little blood on the side walls too,

I closed the shit out of the door and spent the rest 5 hours asleep sitting in the chair, just to get the fuck out of there as soon as morning came.
It seems like a good idea to immediately let the motel staff know that there's blood everywhere in the bathroom when you first enter, rather than staying in there for several hours and hightailing it out as fast as possible without telling anyone what you encountered
 
Mr. Cheese and I took a motorcycle trip to Monterey, tried to get a hotel room, but there was a festival going on in town and everything was booked.
Finally find a room in a old motel, and it reeked of ground in cigarette smoke and mold. Everything in the room had a film on it from the smoke.
Get ready to leave the next morning, there's two guys in the parking lot pawing his motorcycle, and used needles on the ground we hadn't noticed the night before.

We plan our trips a little better now.
 
My most recent trip with my parents to Gran Canaria, just to tell about the standard. Room and hotel overall looked like it was from the 90's. I do like old design yea, but some things were best left in the 90's.
Anyway, when I was in Spain as a kid. They had that shit where you had to pay for using the internet. Well, you had to do it here too. In fucking 2019.
Both me and my dad was so mad. and I ended up using cellular the whole trip. Because fuck you.
 
It seems like a good idea to immediately let the motel staff know that there's blood everywhere in the bathroom when you first enter, rather than staying in there for several hours and hightailing it out as fast as possible without telling anyone what you encountered
The sad thing is even if it was reported most of the cheap motels are staffed by incompetent drug addicts who don't care and immigrants who don't speak English well enough to understand the complaint.
 
Seattle motel. Went on vacation with family. There was a very large and dried bloodstain on one of the beds. Body sized, I would say. Also there was a coffee maker in the bathroom, right next to the shitter. Haven't been back to Washington since.
 
The worst is when they're just shitty and old. I've stayed in plenty of not very good hotels around the world, but in that context it is fine. Really basic. Those shitty showers which are a kettle heating the water in the showerhead. If you put your hand too close to it. You feel the electricity. It's unsettling, but it is part of the experience. You expect to be roughing it in whatever third world country you're in.

The worst is when you're in a nice place, a good country and the hotel is just old and gross.

Not too long ago I went somewhere, a nice touristy place, not busy because of the pandemic. I booked into a moderately priced hotel with good reviews. As soon as I checked in, it was a major nope. It looked like it was built in the 70s or early 80s. Never updated. The carpet was gross. The bathroom was gross. The plastic of the toilet seat was just gross from being old. The beds were that odd yellow-stained pine. There was nothing relaxing or nice.

The next day I booked myself into a more expensive hotel and it was so much more pleasant. It was nice to just hang out in my room. It was that souless hotel room feeling, but it wasn't gross. It was just clean and fine.

Then I made the same mistake a couple of weeks later.

I went somewhere else, just booked into what seemed like a mid tear decent hotel. It was the same thing. It was old and not pleasant. Sitting in my room wasn't relaxing. It was somewhere I was going to be for a week and I didn't want to be there in that hotel.

So once against, I ended up rebooking at a more expensive but nicer hotel. Where I should have booked originally. Wasting a bunch of money because I'd already paid for the other hotels.

It was an interesting learning experience about myself.
 
Vomit in the pools. Vomit on the walls. Vomit on the bed. Got a new room but it still wasn't a fun time when you've traveled 20 straight hours. In that moment, I was my username. Days Inn, Orlando Florida.
Reminds me a a video I saw years ago, at one of the Disney World-adjacent motels.
Huge hambeast sitting on the edge of the pool shaving her legs, and rinsing the nasty razor off in the pool.
I don't know where security was, and people were yelling at her to get out of the pool, but she didn't give a shit.
 
Reminds me a a video I saw years ago, at one of the Disney World-adjacent motels.
Huge hambeast sitting on the edge of the pool shaving her legs, and rinsing the nasty razor off in the pool.
I don't know where security was, and people were yelling at her to get out of the pool, but she didn't give a shit.

I was once in a spa at a Disney World hotel. It was big enough that there were people outside our group in it.

There was a mother and her young son. The son blew his nose into the mother's hand. I made eye contact with the mother. She paused for a second and then lowered her hand into the water.

I immediately got out.
 
Back when I was a kid on an intermural sports team, there were six of us to a room. We were not a highly rated team with lots of money and we stayed in some hellholes. Cockroaches, whores hanging out in the parking lot, people being beaten up in the adjoining rooms.

It brought us closer together as a team!
 
Spent three nights in a tent in super secret location in the middle east, waiting for my jet home. It was sweltering during the day, freezing at night. Scorpions in my boots, the mouse I woke up to on my chest. The fox that helped itself to my beef jerky that it dug out from my back pack, which was under me and my cot.
 
Agree with the poster above, the worst experiences were a couple I had traveling with a team in high school, but even those weren't horrendous with bed bugs and crack pipes and shit, just musty and old and dingy.

I honestly can't recall a "bad" hotel experience because I always read reviews before I book and I have never taken a trip where I've had to just pull off the highway and hope for the best.
 
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I've always been a proponent of spending a little extra to not stay in a shit hole, so I've never had a bad experience at a hotel as a lodger, at least as far as I can recall.

However I used to do work for a contractor renovating "extended stay" hotels/motels in various states which are basically subsidized apartments for felons and drug addicts who are unable to rent anyplace else. Crackpipes, needles, all kinds of drug paraphernalia were common in the rooms, although the most disturbing occurrence for me was removing the headboard for the beds and finding large amounts of blood splatter staining the wall behind. I witnessed this at least half a dozen times. I'm operating under the assumption that either someone blew their own head off, or had somebody else do it for them.
 
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