Berbera Palace Royale

The room itself was in bad shape when I got there. Someone was still cleaning, the floor was wet, the bathroom smelled awful, and its sink was leaking. There wasn't a towel, and I had to go downstairs for tissue. I felt so uncomfortable I couldn't shower or even sit on the toilet. One socket was faulty, with wires visible and a sizzling noise, so I turned it off right away. I wasn't going to risk my safety. Getting help was a mess too. The hotel was easy to find, but nobody was at reception or anywhere in sight. I called, hoping someone would hear the phone at the desk, but no one came. A few minutes later a man jogged out. He didn't apologize, just gave excuses that made no sense. He'd apparently been negotiating with a potential customer, who told him to help me first. He replied, “oh, she can sit down. You know how women are” lol. I told him I was in a hurry and asked him to help me immediately. He suggested I leave my bag and go where I was headed. I wanted to get to the room I'd paid for first. When he gave me the key, he only pointed toward the room. I wasn't up for a confrontation and didn't have time, so I found it on my own. The staff also gave me odd looks for checking in alone. There's nothing strange about a woman staying in a hotel by herself. The service was terrible, and I definitely wouldn't recommend the place.