One time I stayed at America's Best Value Inn and Suites. Out near the pool was a family with 2 kids getting ready to go swimming. Right before they got into the water an employee comes running out saying not to get in because there was a live electrical wire in the water....

There was also a lot of hair on the bar of soap.

Everyone share your stories.

I'm not a poor so I don't stay in peasant establishments

Why don't you tell a story about one of the nice places youve stayed then?

This thread is for stories not ridicule. Unless its ridiculing the nasty hotel

I was headed off to San Diego MEPS to ship out for Air Force Basic Training, and was housed in the glamorous Padre Inn. It was the finest accommodations a low-bid government contract could buy. I was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of my roommate screaming. While he slept, several large roaches decided to crawl around on his face, and he finally woke up when one of them crawled in his mouth.

Flea bag motel next to the Beehive restaurant in Albany, Texas. It was awesome.

But I'll be you had a great meal.

I'd have to say the Anchor Motel in Surfside on a fishing trip was the nastiest place I've stayed. Paper thin covers (not that I got under them), stained walls, distinct bait-shop smell.

That wasn't bait that you smelled...

place in eastern Rwanda. No water; they gave me a jerry-can to pour over my head to shower with. Toilet didn't flush. DJ outside my room playing dance music all night. Didn't get malaria so all good.
place in southern Argentina. Matress sank to the floor. Only 1 20watt light bulb. Shower down the hall didn't work.
place in Costa Rica. Swarmed with flying bugs all night.
place in Portugal. Stray cat somehow got in the room overnight and meow'ed until I woke up.
place in eastern Ecuador. It was hot. I asked for air conditioning in the room; he handed me a fan and charged me extra: once extra for the fan & twice extra for not being Ecuadorean citizen.

This place for work in September...

http://ashleyinnofcrossett.com/

Oddly enough, this mecca for meth heads was in a dry county.

As close as Hempstead.

My Cousin Vinny revisited.
I didn't see the RR tracks, 100 ft away.

Allnight

A repurposed "hotel" in New Orleans 7 months after Katrina. College kids from all over the country went there to gut houses that hadn't been touched since the storm. The hotel wasn't much better. Put us 5 or 6 to a room. Rolling blackouts, no hot water. The shower stopped up, so did the toilet.

Old Best Western on the wrong side of I-10 in New Orleans. Only room another Tine Boarder and I could get for JazzFest one year. Down the street from an old, now abandoned police station. There was plywood blocking out one of the windows in the lobby, and a bullet hole in the window of our room. Would not have gone anywhere on foot in that neighborhood.

Needless to say, we spent as little time as possible at the motel except to puke and pass out.

No clue the name but it was in Batopilas, Mexico and not too bad for $16. Cool old copper mining town that used to have an awesome road going down the canyon to it but I hear it's paved now. Buddy of mine went through there on a motorcycle trip through Mexico in 2008.

We should have taken pics of more like the weird locks on the door and candle that she left out for us to use when we got home from the bar but here's the room:



Here's the closet where you could keep your slaves:


Here's the buddy that we came back to:


Motorcycle parking:

and here's us at the bar before 9 PM when policia came in rolling deep and shut it down for some reason. Cool bar setup by the river in the courtyard of some nice old house.

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Old Best Western on the wrong side of I-10 in New Orleans. Only room another Tine Boarder and I could get for JazzFest one year. Down the street from an old, now abandoned police station. There was plywood blocking out one of the windows in the lobby, and a bullet hole in the window of our room. Would not have gone anywhere on foot in that neighborhood.

Needless to say, we spent as little time as possible at the motel except to puke and pass out.

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I stayed at that place about 10 years ago. I saw a dead body outside.

Drumboy that's excellent.

Stayed at a place in Corsicana years ago adjacent a waffle house with hooker out back. No dead bolt, just the chain. Put a quarter in my cousin's bed while he was in the shower- the thing vibrated for 3 hours, with crickets and roaches fleeing from the walls. Still laugh thinking about him cursing me at midnight trying to fall asleep.

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Old Best Western on the wrong side of I-10 in New Orleans. Only room another Tine Boarder and I could get for JazzFest one year. Down the street from an old, now abandoned police station. There was plywood blocking out one of the windows in the lobby, and a bullet hole in the window of our room. Would not have gone anywhere on foot in that neighborhood.

Needless to say, we spent as little time as possible at the motel except to puke and pass out.

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I stayed at that place about 10 years ago. I saw a dead body outside.

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Same timeframe.

Drum boy- bartender didn't pay off cops is why it got shut down.

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Drumboy that's excellent.

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That was the best trip of my life and kinda screwed up vacationing for me since then. Riding to Alaska was pretty good too but my engine cratering 30 miles across the border threw a wrench in that trip.

Here are a few pics of the road to Batopilas.






If you looked across the canyon this is what you see.


Finally found it (we got lost on these dirt roads that have very few signs and I took a spill going too fast downhill and my bike ended up close to the edge of the cliff)


Best smoke & water ever.

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place in Portugal. Stray cat somehow got in the room overnight and meow'ed until I woke up.

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For me it was a no-name hotel in Salina, KS that I booked off priceline. I'm pretty sure we were the only guests there, as it was being remodeled. The place looked like it had been abandoned and someone came in and bought it on the cheap.

After closing the door, you could see sunlight on 2 of the 4 sides of the door. I ended up moving a couch in front of the door and sleeping with my glock on the nightstand.

just looks like any of the hostels Ive stayed in Latin America.

Worst one I stayed was in Cuzco, Peru. Cold night, no hot water, and the shower was nothing but a short stream. It was only $3 for the night though, with no roommate.

I took a class in HS where we studied about places throughout Europe and then visited them after the school year was complete (17 day trip). One of the hotels we stayed at in Germany is easily the worst hotel I've ever stayed at. Our room was on the 7th floor, which isn't bad if the hotel actually had an elevator. So me and the 2 other guys who were assigned to that room carried our heavy ass suitcases up 7 flights of stairs. We get up there, put the key in the lock, and the key just turns without stopping. The lock didn't work. We walk in and just gazed at this **** hole. It could have been a modern art masterpiece. For starters, there was a hole in the furniture where a fridge used to go, the phone was just laying in the middle of the floor with the cord cut at the wall, the shower curtain was only big enough to cover about 1/4 of the shower, and the door to the closet with the ****ter in it was missing.

As we walked further in to claim our beds, we saw one bed that had a bunch of Bible verses written on the wall above it with a crying Jesus picture on the ceiling, so my friend and I (both on the football team) tell the little nerdy guy that was rooming with us that it was his bed. We then sit down on the couch and feel the cushions beginning to slide out from under us like the couch was sitting at a downward angle. About the only positive this room had was the ****ty TV only picked up porn.* When we showered, the light in the bathroom began to flicker, but stopped if we opened the door. We concluded that the steam/humidity from the shower was shorting out the light. Something else we noticed is that there was only 1 window in the entire room, which was above my bed, tinted, and about 3ft x 2ft. We opened it up to see where it looked out to and we realized we could hop onto the roof of the next building, which we did to see if there was anything interesting out there.

We walk downstairs to find out which room some of the girls on our trip were staying in and headed there. When we arrived, their room looked like a freaking 5 star hotel. Apparently, the hotel was going through some renovations and hadn't reached our particular area yet.

*That night, my friend woke me up and pointed to the couch. After my eyes adjusted, I realized the nerdy guy was sitting on the couch with his blanket over his lap watching some guy getting reamed in the ass with a giant strap on. Both of us yelled "what the ****" and he jumped up and tried to play it off that he was sleeping. Right. This guy went into the navy and another one of my friends was on the same sub as him and told me this guy had a porn collection like he had never seen before. He's apparently now married to a woman he met in Japan when stationed there.

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I took a class in HS where we studied about places throughout Europe and then visited them after the school year was complete (17 day trip). One of the hotels we stayed at in Germany is easily the worst hotel I've ever stayed at. Our room was on the 7th floor, which isn't bad if the hotel actually had an elevator. So me and the 2 other guys who were assigned to that room carried our heavy ass suitcases up 7 flights of stairs. We get up there, put the key in the lock, and the key just turns without stopping. The lock didn't work. We walk in and just gazed at this **** hole. It could have been a modern art masterpiece. For starters, there was a hole in the furniture where a fridge used to go, the phone was just laying in the middle of the floor with the cord cut at the wall, the shower curtain was only big enough to cover about 1/4 of the shower, and the door to the closet with the ****ter in it was missing.

As we walked further in to claim our beds, we saw one bed that had a bunch of Bible verses written on the wall above it with a crying Jesus picture on the ceiling, so my friend and I (both on the football team) tell the little nerdy guy that was rooming with us that it was his bed. We then sit down on the couch and feel the cushions beginning to slide out from under us like the couch was sitting at a downward angle. About the only positive this room had was the ****ty TV only picked up porn.* When we showered, the light in the bathroom began to flicker, but stopped if we opened the door. We concluded that the steam/humidity from the shower was shorting out the light. Something else we noticed is that there was only 1 window in the entire room, which was above my bed, tinted, and about 3ft x 2ft. We opened it up to see where it looked out to and we realized we could hop onto the roof of the next building, which we did to see if there was anything interesting out there.

We walk downstairs to find out which room some of the girls on our trip were staying in and headed there. When we arrived, their room looked like a freaking 5 star hotel. Apparently, the hotel was going through some renovations and hadn't reached our particular area yet.

*That night, my friend woke me up and pointed to the couch. After my eyes adjusted, I realized the nerdy guy was sitting on the couch with his blanket over his lap watching some guy getting reamed in the ass with a giant strap on. Both of us yelled "what the ****" and he jumped up and tried to play it off that he was sleeping. Right. This guy went into the navy and another one of my friends was on the same sub as him and told me this guy had a porn collection like he had never seen before. He's apparently now married to a woman he met in Japan when stationed there.

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Real talk, I would have gtfo right then and there. Legit sounds like a level in Silent Hill.

Stayed at the Camelback Resort in Scottsdale for a conference once. Beautiful facility, except for the scorpion infestation. Needless to say, I didn't require wake-up calls from the front desk that week since I was sleeping with one eye open.

If the JW Marriot Camelback in Scottsdale is the worst hotel you've ever stayed at, you'e doing pretty well.

That place is awesome.

Hattiesburg, MS I really did think my gf and I were going to get shot. We were on a long road trip that started in Houston. We planned on just stopping when we got tired. Well, we made it Hattiesburg thinking it was a large enough town to having something decent.

Well, Hattiesburg is home to Southern Miss who just happened to be hosting a big baseball tournament that weekend. There were no decent hotels or motels anywhere. We went to 4 different places before we found lodging.

It was the worst Motel 6 ever. We got in the room which absolutely reeked of smoke and lord knows what else. In the room, there was a sign to go to the front desk for towels. As I was walking down to the desk, I see a beat up little car sitting in the middle of parking lot, engine running and the lights off.

As I'm walking it creeps up to me, there's 2 huge black guys in there. One of them says something to me that I couldn't understand, I continue walking and ask what?

Guy: I said, you work in construction? (at least thats what I heard)

Me: no (continue walking)

Guy to Guy 2: This mother ****er is eyeballing me.

Me: speed up and turn the corner freaking out.

At the front desk which is covered with what looks to be bullet proof glass, the guy hands me some ratty towels.

I peak out from the building and don't see the car anywhere. So, I dash to the room and lock the door. Peak out of the window and don't see anything.

I don't say a word to the GF just that its time for lights out. We will shower in the morning.

We slept on top of the bed it was just so gross.

The next day after we leave and have traveled a bit. I tell her what happened the night before and how scared ****less I was.

The afore-mentioned Best Western in NOLA is hands down my worst experience in the US. An experience in Panama City (Panama, not Florida) rivals it, though.

I found this motel in a guidebook. I guess it was a budget-type motel, I don't really remember. It certainly wasn't a chain or anything like that, one of those places where the clerk is behind a window in the lobby, and whatnot. My room was on the third floor, and the hotel probably had 8 floors. The room itself was fine, big for the price I paid, and it had hot water, decent TV, etc. My window looked onto the street.

At some point that evening, I was watching TV, probably getting ready for bed, and heard a loud commotion in the hallway. I opened the door, stepped into the hallway, and saw several firefighters running up the main stairs. No alarm was going off, of course. So I went back in my room, grabbed my wallet and my passport, and went downstairs as soon as there was a break in firefighters. There were a couple firetrucks on the street, and a crowd of people gathered outside the restaurant across the street. I went across the street to join them, saw some smoke and fire extinguisher foam, and about a minute later, a charred mattress comes flying out of a room a few floors above mine.

The firefighters hang around for a little bit, then finally drive off, leaving the mattress laying on the sidewalk. People started going back inside the hotel, so I followed them. I got to my floor, and in the little side hallway nearly right outside my room were two gruff-looking guys and a couple women, who I could only assume were pimps and hoes, based on their mannerisms. I realized they hadn't seen me, so I went back downstairs to the restaurant across the street, and sat inside for a while and ordered something to eat. After about an hour, I figured it was safe, and went back to the hotel. Sure enough, they were gone. Locked the door, slept a bit on edge that night.

I had planned to spend another night in Panama City, but found a nicer place to stay that second night.

Alhambra Motel. Rolled in around 2am. Had no ideal where I was at. Got my room from a guy behind bullet proof glass. Not really a big deal. As I went up stairs I started to notice hookers. Went into my room. The bed was like card board, sheets thin, porn on EVERY channel and there were several bullet holes in wall and surround wood work.

Ended up wedging chair against door. Did not sleep a wink. Sun came up and promptly left.

When I was a kid, my dad took a job as an off-season caretaker at the isolated hotel in Colorado. Soon after settling in, we were trapped in the hotel by a snowstorm, and my dad, in the words of my mom "went a little kooky." My mom and I used a snowcat to get off the mountain, but my dad never made it. He died from exposure just outside the hotel.

Went to check on a system we sold to a rig in Paducah, TX and had to stay the night as I didn't get there until 1am. It was a small inn but the only one I could find.

The inn keeper was a kid about 16 in his underwear.
The room had been converted so there was a bed where a bathroom sink used to be (plumbing was capped at the wall). Also a sign that said "Clean your birds outside"

It was the nastiest room I've ever been in. Slept on top the covers in all my clothes. Woke up the next morning with the worst sore throat.
Did what I needed to on-site, and even though it was a 15 hr day, we drove back to Wichita Falls until we found a decent place to stay. Then found out it was graduation weekend and no rooms were left. Drove the rest of the way to Houston after that.

A really nasty motel in Hollywood off sunset Blvd. It looked decent on the outside but the room was nasty. No towels, no soap, burn holes in all the bedding on the floor and on furniture. Stains on floor and bed sheets. It was just plain nasty. My buddy slept in the car and I slept in the room but didnt even want to pull the comforter back to see what hid underneath. I just pulled my hoody up over my head tied it tight, put my arms inside my zipped up hoody and slept on the "made" bed so that no skin touched any part. Those clothes were trashed the next day. My buddy and I figured they gave us the hooker suite or something.

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I see what you did there.

Motel 6 in Memphis.

You had to go to the front desk for towels and the TV remote control.

The no smoking sign was a sticker on the bottom of an ashtray.

Pimps, Hoes, and Johns congregated in the parking lot and across the street.

A few months after my stay the location was prominently featured on an episode of The First 48.