I can't even think of a time where I had such a terrible experience as I did at this cheap ass hotel. The sad part is, I am FROM MEXICALI, so the fact that I got myself into this mess should be a negative star review to my own self (damn you self!)
I haven't been back home in a while so when I had to go back for a baby shower, I figured I'd stay at a hotel since my aunt's house was already a full house and I had the hubby-to-be and our kid in tow.
I found this place online and trust me when I tell you: it looks nothing like the pictures! The reservation process was fast and it wasn't even that cheap (about $100 a night in American dollars) I told the person I made the reservation with that I was arriving there at around midnight since the drive from LA on a Friday night is as bad as you can imagine.
So picture this: we arrive at midnight as promised and there at the front desk is a very irritated customer and a guy behind the desk alternating between looking at a computer screening and picking up the phone. That should have been my red flag to RUN THE HELL OUT OF THERE. (They couldn't find her reservation but they had already charged her for it!)
But we were tired so we waited patiently. He then calls us over and completely dismisses the customer he was already helping. I proceeded to give him my name and ID like he requested. That was the last time he spoke to me.
He proceeded to go back and forth between the computer and the phone. There was another employee that would occasionally come out from the back room but wouldn't help him because she was not on shift anymore. I almost felt bad for the guy because the phone kept ringing, the angry customer was glaring, and after 30 minutes of standing there watching him, I felt my patience start to take the trek to Neverland.
In Mexico they have this thing where they have to make a copy of your ID. Well of course he's printer wasn't working so now he started fiddling with it. This whole time, he didn't speak to me. I was thisclose to losing my shit when he finally gave us our key and told us to go to the third floor.
The bellhop was actually really nice and apologetic and he helped us get our things upstairs. I get to the room and the key doesn't work. Why am I not surprised? All the while, the hotel looks like shit. Literally. Boxes littered the hallways and it looked hella run down. Oh Lord, what did I do?
The bellhop apologizes and tells us he'll let us in with his master key and he would get us a new key. Well he opens the door AND THE ROOM IS ALREADY OCCUPIED!!! I want you to picture someone opening your door at ONE IN THE MORNING while you are staying at a hotel. Go on, picture it. Now tell me how you felt?
I was mortified and I sensed the Mexicana in me boiling to the surface. The bellhop apologizes profusely and gets on the phone with the lobby who then told him he gave us the wrong room number. No shit SHERLOCK!
They finally take us to our real room which was a dump. My fiance is the most mellow, level headed person I know (opposites attract, what can I say?) but even he was done and nearly kicked the poor bellhop out. At this point it was one thirty in the morning. I was over it.
We were suppose to stay two nights but we knew we couldn't stay in that shit hole, so we had to find a different hotel to stay for the remainder of the trip.
The next day I go to check out and tell them I needed them to refund my money. In Mexico, they also charge you the full amount of your stay at check in. Yea.
The girl behind the desk goes on to not speak to me as she looks through the computer. She then informs me that I have a balance. If the Universe had granted me patience throughout this whole ordeal, this is where she threw the deuces at me. I LOST MY SHIT.
I told her my card had been processed and my bank already showed they processed the full amount. She looks through my record and discovers I didn't even sign their damn contract they make you sign when you check in which I told her I wasn't going to sign until they gave me my money back.She got on her phone nervously and lucky for me I had the only receipt I was given the night before so I was able to get my money back. And quit frankly, I think I scared the girl.
From top to bottom, this place is the biggest joke in the world of hospitality. They have a chain around Mexico so if you ever come across one, RUN FORREST, RUN!!!! read more