Hotel Canteiro

This is a pretty consistently bad place. The breakfast is super nasty– really, actually inedible. The mortadela was literally blackening. I don’t think that they bought new stuff for the entire week that I stayed here. The «purple juice» left an incredibly weird taste in my mouth for hours. The sheets are old and scratchy– also filled with holes. The mattresses are old and torn… and stinky. The pillows are old and recommissioned from couches. The edredom was totally composed of polymer and was razor sharp on its sides where it was stitched together.
The rooms have no air and the only fan didn’t even reach my bed– which meant hot and sweaty nights. In fact my room was one of the hottest and most miserable places I have ever slept.