I did like the man at reception that called a cab for me.
I didn't enjoy the dirty room, water damaged bathroom, dishwashing brush as a toilet brush, a peice of wire as the toilet paper holder, the tap on the basin that moved, the dirty shower and screen, mould, bathroom door rotting, coffee on the kitchenette, unknown liquid in the fridge, window screens damaged and dirty floor. Not to mention the uncovered electrical points and stains on walls.
However, I didn't die, and was always welcomed at the entrance, (that smelt like wet carpet), by an elderly man without a shirt who would smile and say, "welcome to paradise ".