To get there you have to drive past a landfill and along a bumpy road that ends at a house in need of love – a building that once served as a care facility for the elderly.
The place exudes an institutional atmosphere and the mood is not improved by the stale smell of old people embedded in the walls, nor by the mismatched furniture from past decades. Whether you fancy old Rococo pieces, 1970s velvet sofas, or leather armchairs from the 80s, you can be sure to find your style!
The rooms are former patient rooms. Mine was furnished only with a bed, a small stool, a tabletop, and a stained chair. The only lighting was provided by a fluorescent light on the ceiling. The room lacked the washbasin promised in the description - not even a hanger was available to hang your jacket. The bedsheet was dirty.
On the 2nd floor, more than a dozen rooms shared only two toilets, including also showers, which meant that when someone decided to enjoy a long shower, the rest waited for their turn.
Worst of all, however, was waking up to discover that I hadn’t spent the night alone, but with bedbugs! As a souvenir, I left with clusters of itchy bites and the anxiety of what to do with my luggage to ensure the tiny bloodsuckers wouldn’t travel home with me.
There is no staff to whom you can report these shotcomings. Emails go unanswered, as do messages sent via the booking site. The price of the room is admittedly low, but even if you are tempted by a small saving, the place is not worth it.