It was a bit good and a lot shit.
Location was right back in the sticks before the discovery of wood and there was absolutely nothing around on the doorstep apart from one local food joint and a dusty, non lit footpath that eventually meandered it's way back to the main road.
The taxi bandit charged us Ks 7 000 to get us there and despite claiming he knew where it was, he got lost and asked directions.
The shit list grew as our room was so dark a morgue would be as bright as the sun's epicentre by comparison and even the lights were darker than a birthday candle. I suppose the doom and gloom hid the grime and age of the room, but it was big, the bed was firm, it had good air con and a fridge and TV, so not all was lost.
I didn't like the manager at all.
He had lied about internet access (see previous post at the end of last month) and then doubled his fibbing tally by telling it was 50 minutes to the airport and would cost Ks 6 000. He only got half of it right- it was 15 minutes and we had two hours to kill* at an airport that as its main attraction had a public toilet that made your eyes water with the stench of uric acid. Yummy.
The food prices were OK until you read the fine print and "++", another 20% on top and a bottle of Myanmar beer was a shocking Ks 4 000- we'd been paying on average Ks 1 700 for the same stuff. Captive audience anyone?
The good bits?
Cheap at $25/night, superb pool and they had Star Movies. They also had a fantastic scoff joint round the corner, the only other establishment in the area. More on that tomorrow.
*I could cheerfully have killed the manager had he been there.
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