Mirage Hotel doesn't deserve to be called a hotel. Nope, it's not even a motel. It's more like a dormitory that hasn't seen a janitor service for ten years or so, with mattresses in the hallway, the patina of filth on the walls, floors, and phone (which doesn't work, of course), and the bathroom about to fall apart. The tall building only has two floors available to lodgers, which makes you wonder the goings-on in the rest, and the racket on those two floors is unbearable, reminding you of middle school sleep-overs when you had your first kiss: in other words, hormone surging, uncontrollable, immature noise that is just unpleasant to have as your grown-up neighbors. When I was leaving, practically all lodgers came out to have a look, which again seemed surreal like a scene from a black and white movie. I risked my safety and took a rickshaw at nine at night, driving for an hour all over Lahore to get to another hotel just so that I could get away from the fleeting mirage of Mirage hotel conjured up by fellow tripadvisors. What were you thinking, guys? Or are we talking about the same establishment here? You must be joking!
- Mirage Hotel Lahore
