This place gets the honor of hosting my worst night of sleep EVER. We stayed here one night in july, and it was hotter than hell in the tiny room. There was no airconditioning or even a fan, and the mattresses felt more like feverishly warm hairshirts. Upon flinging the windows open for some ventilation, an invasion of bloodthirsty mosquitos swarmed in and started sucking us dry, not to mention buzzing around our heads. Just as I was starting to nod off after a couple hours of tossing and turning, dozens of belgian teenage scouts arrived back and started loudly bragging in the courtyard about the wonderful deeds they had been doing with Romanian orphans all day long. Terrible.
The service was cold and humorless. There was a turd the size of a small african country in the toilet that refused to flush. There was nothing funky about this place. The only plus was a fairly central location close to the trainstation.
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