So filthy that I didn’t want to sit on, touch or sleep on any surface! From the clear viscous fluid that was dripped down the glass partition, to the dirty door knobs, the vomit spatters on the side of the basin, the unknown white glob stains on the carpet, the butt marks on the lounge chair, the paltry offering of just 4 tiny UHT milks, the gross-to-the-touch remotes for the TV and other unidentified electrical device (who knows, there was no welcome book or instructions) or the fact that I have sent emails and have accompanied with photos, but could not elicit even an iota of a response from a manager...so much roadwork going on and the audacity to charge for parking.
