Where should I begin? The landlady was a little bit crazy and intrusive asking me why I am not smiling (Duh... must've been my dejected, defeated face as I took in the oh-so-glorious surroundings in the foyer... nice '70s puke coloured wallpaper which I'm sure hasn't been cleaned since then). The only item of interest to her was whether she could charge the second half of my room tariff to my credit card on file.
As we made our way up the battleship, we couldn't help but notice the loud Chinese inhabitants of the room adjacent to ours... their lights were on all night and they must've been the Beijing 2008 committee planning what is sure to be a festive London 2012 opening ceremony... seriously, it seemed as if these folks were having more than an extended stay. As if this weren't enough, the lights in the common areas stayed on all night, and would seep through the glass above the door so forget about getting a reasonably dark room to sleep in (no curtains on it even-- other hotels offer this premium luxury).
The room itself was easily 70% smaller than what you see on the website, and freezing cold. The TV was scrambled, bulbs didn't work, and with the walls thinner than tissue all I heard till 3am was the ogre next door snoring at an ultra-low-C.
After waking up from some 2 hrs of sleep, we received the lovely wake up call from Old Faithful... the trusty sink pipe "regurgitating" God knows what back up into the basin. After several "exaltations" from the Old one, we decided we'd had enough of Pee Wee's Playhouse and made our way out of Yarmouth... won't be back!
