The sheets were paper-thin, filthy, stank like sweat, and had semen stains on them. The whole room was filthy, sticky, gritty with sand, had trash on the floor, and dead roaches by the overfilowing traxh can. The bathroom stank like excrement and urine, and the two paper-thin towels were dirty and also stank like sweat. Almost-cold water barely flowed from the shower head. Stinking, rotting trash bulged from a trashcan in the hall, which smelled like it contained a dead animal. Since I was relegated to the tiny, falling-apart building in the back of the main one, I cannot judge how the guests in the main building fared out. The lock in the gate of my building was broken, and could not be opened or locked, which posed a security issue for a woman alone. The security guard could not fix it, so he placed a piece of electrical tape over the key hole, to keep the lock from engaing and jamming shut together. I complained and the young female clerk called the manager, who refused to come over or have the lock fixed. I asked for a refund, so I could go elsewhere, and was refused. I called the police, and the female officer who came instructed to security guy to fix the lock. He could not. The police officer asked that I be given a room in the sister hotel, one block from the the rat hole where I was having such a difficult time. There were no rooms at the sister hotel, which is a hotel for gay men. So I had to spend the night at the Embassy Guest House--scariest, worst night of my life as a traveller. The "free full breakfast" was at the gay men's hotel, and there I was treated like a starving thief about to steal the cheap food. The crabby old woman at the register was watchful and sullen, and refused to acknowledge my greeting. The young woman clerk at the Embassy Guest House said that she wanted to quit, because the owner routinely disrespected her and she was scared of him, yet could not because her mother is sick with cancer and she has to help pay the mother's bills. The happiest moment of my stay at this filthy, stinking, roach-infested "hotel" was when I left it. DO NOT STAY AT THE EMBASSY GUEST HOUSE!!!