Dima D.
The kitchen had everything, but it was so cramped that even two people had trouble getting out. The bed took up most of the room, the mattress was too soft, and the pillows too hard. They’d skimped on nearly everything: there wasn’t even a latch on the front door, and there was no shower faucet, despite having a bathtub instead of a shower stall. The room needed renovation badly. A tile came off, and when a repairman put it back, the result was something to behold. Just look at the photo for cleanliness. WiFi meant rebooting a last-century router every half hour. As the weather warmed up, groups of young people gathered to party every night. There was no AC, so I had to open the window, then chase them away just to sleep. Watch the video for the location. The worst part was the hosts. Once, when the host saw me bringing a bicycle battery into my room to charge, I thought he was going to hit me. I hadn’t met such rudeness in a long time. The hostess joined in, and I had to humiliatingly explain that I always charged the battery under supervision. She still wasn’t convinced, so I had to search online to show it wasn’t dangerous. Somehow I managed to defend my right, but it was humiliating. I paid by the month. After two months, I asked the hostess for a 10-day extension at a premium, and she rudely refused, as if to say she didn’t like it, so get out. I didn’t argue because it would only cost me more. Threatening and offensive signs were posted all over the hostel, presumably to intimidate guests. I lived there for two months and am writing after a week-long break since leaving. An extremely toxic environment. Find another place to stay.
