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moosedrool

climber
Stair climber, lost, far away from Poland
Apr 29, 2013 - 12:12pm PT
Years ago my mother visited us from Poland and I took her to Hollywood.

The hotel wasn't horrible, but when my mom turned on the TV, we got blasted by a full on porn movie. lol

My VERY conservative catholic mother was so shocked, she looked at me in horror and froze. I took the remte from her hand and turned the TV off. I don't know whether they had any other programming.

Oh, in the morning our car was gone because I haven't noticed the parking restrictions.

What a mother and son trip!
treez

Trad climber
99827
Apr 29, 2013 - 12:37pm PT
Starlite in Ballard.

Don't do it.
Jon Beck

Trad climber
Oceanside
Apr 29, 2013 - 12:48pm PT
The Sage in Farmington NM, near the rez. They have an upper building and a lower building. They put the tourists in the lower building and partyers in the upper. Commotion all night, people banging on the door insisting their friend was in there. Next time we got the lower building

There are some real gems in the central valley, I found one that was like 20 bucks a few years ago. Guy in a cage, no credit cards, no english.
eKat

Mountain climber
Less than a second shy of 49 minutes
Apr 29, 2013 - 01:09pm PT
My bus broke down (what a shock!) one day on the way to Mammoth from Los Gatos.

The generator pulley blew up.

NICE.

Blanchard peened the old one back together and we made a fan belt out of a climbing sling. We were in the farmlands near Tracy. Well. . . that whole system got us to a big intersection near Stockton and we limped off the highway and there were 2 hotels to choose from. One was called The Californian (I think it's a Comfort Inn, now) . . . and the other one was a Hilton.

We were closer to The Californian so we went there. They gave us a key and let us check it out.

WHOA!

We didn't need a key. . . the door was standing wide open. The tan carpeting was as filthy as the parking lot.

We returned the key and headed to the Hilton.

A little back story. . . Blanchard's a tightwad and the ONLY other time we'd stayed in a hotel was because he was sicker than a dog on a southwest climbing trip and he NEEDED to be warm.

SOOOOOOOOOOO. . . I knew we were in trouble stepping foot in a Hilton.

SOOOO. . . we parked Her Majesty - the bus that makes people smile, under the reception canopy. . . and a gal walked up ten kinds of blown away by HerMaj's radiant pearl purple and chrome. She had to see it all. . . including one 97 pound Newfoundland/Golden retriever sitting on the Italian, Victorian tapestry upholstery, surrounded by antique lace curtains.

HA!

SOOOOOOOOOOOO. . . we went to the front desk and tried to check in, but were refused because of said doggie.

SAY WHAT?

I offered to give them a blank credit card transmittal as a deposit and they still wouldn't budge.

THEN. . . the lady from the entrance showed up, behind the counter and said, "We'll take that dog. No deposit needed." Then she turned to her employee and said, "YOU SHOULD SEE WHERE THAT DOG RIDES!"

:-)

Frikk-a-zee. . . that babe was the hotel manager!

HA!

Dood. . . she saved us from TheCalifornian. . . which, without a doubt would have surpassed the hovel in Venereal, UT, hands own!
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 29, 2013 - 01:21pm PT
Some place in BFE Beijing back in January 1998. High rise: the room was in the middle of construction and was half finished; it smelled strongly of paint thinner but in the PRC you never know what it really might be. Freakin' cold that night, some snow and I think the window was open or broken. We got a better room that was only gnarly. Dared not touch the shower. This was booked by our trip operator for the Trans-Siberian to Moscow. Had just arrived on a 36 hour train from Hong Kong and fortunately we were leaving at the crack of dawn. It was a real Nescafe moment (if we had some it would have helped!).

The room we had in Moscow was slightly better and at least we had bodyguards in the hotel!

This was our exit out of Asia's backdoor after living in HK for some time. Moscow was really cool and we had a superb guide. Then we hit the Helsinki airport and it was like being in Orange County all of a sudden. And it only got better... a few days in London with good friends and then the chunnel to Paris (where my wife and I ended up when we'd first met a few years earlier). By some miracle we got into Hotel Coste during pret a porter week. The place was crawling with models and we were happy campers. Awesome hotel. Love being able to go to dinner at midnight and things are just starting to get cranked up!

Eric
deschamps

Trad climber
Flagstaff, AZ
Apr 29, 2013 - 01:40pm PT
Paid $2 to stay in a filthy cage like room in Cambodia. A tiny room with one mattress in a rickety bed, the mattress covered in stains. Bugs everywhere, no window, and a filthy bathroom at the end of the hall.

Also brought home a nasty case of bed bugs from a $25 hotel in Kingman, AZ.
10b4me

Ice climber
Happy Boulders
Apr 29, 2013 - 01:55pm PT
Fletcher, how does it compare to Rays in Independence?
eKat

Mountain climber
Less than a second shy of 49 minutes
Apr 29, 2013 - 02:00pm PT
Also brought home a nasty case of bed bugs from a $25 hotel in Kingman, AZ.

That's just SO sickening!

What in the SamHill did you do to get rid of them?

eeeeeeeeeeeeek.
Dr.Sprock

Boulder climber
I'm James Brown, Bi-atch!
Apr 29, 2013 - 02:00pm PT
stayed in a place in the bay area for a week,

one night i came home at 2 am and there was a girl in my bed!

i tried to wake her up to get her to leave but she was passed out drunk,

no sleeping bag to put on the carpet so i crawled into bed with her and went to sleep,

next morning she wakes up and looks at me like "where am i, who are you, and what am i doing here?"

she put her clothes on and left.

i told the Singh manager that there was a girl in my bed when i got into my room last night, he said that she claimed to be my girlfriend,

i guess she was homeless and conned her way into my room,

weird,

eKat

Mountain climber
Less than a second shy of 49 minutes
Apr 29, 2013 - 02:01pm PT
Here is a REALLY GOOD LINK:

BED BUG REGISTRY

http://www.bedbugregistry.com/
Branscomb

Trad climber
Lander, WY
Apr 29, 2013 - 02:54pm PT
I vaguely recall several in India.

A short-time hotel room we got in Mahalabalapuram where Indian businessmen take their whores for a day quickie. A full length horizontal mirror at bed level. They all check in as Mr and Mrs. Smith. Oh man.

A room in Madras were we had to herd the cockroaches into the bathroom and kept them there all night by surrounding them with a ring of burning mosquito coils. Laid a space blanket on the bed before we would touch it. The front desk jockey looked like Ratso Rizzo and was surrounded by several not very nice looking girls. We figured out it was a whore house, but it was the only room we could find after looking for 3 hours. One of those obscure S Indian festivals.

Wendover, Nevada. Any room will approach any nightmare you may want to imagine. What a sh#t hole that place is.
Curt

climber
Gold Canyon, AZ
Apr 29, 2013 - 02:56pm PT
In 1980 I stayed in a "hotel" on the CSIST military research base in Taiwan. At check in, I was handed the key to my room, a mosquito coil and matches, and a can of industrial strength bug killer containing DDT. It turned out that in addition to needing all that, there was standing water in my room deep enough, that had been there long enough, that there were small creatures living in it. On top of that all the bedding (blankets, sheets, etc) on my bed were wet. Not soaking wet--but definitely damp to the touch. I've yet to experience anything domestically that even comes close to that place.

Curt
JLP

Social climber
The internet
Apr 29, 2013 - 02:59pm PT
Some hotel somewhere in MX.

Flushed the toilet, then some drain started gurgling raw sewage all over the room.
Tan Slacks

climber
Joshua Tree
Apr 29, 2013 - 03:36pm PT
Many years ago while in the Peace Corps in Morocco my friend and I decided to see Spain on one of our breaks. We had very little money and our first night was spent in Algeciras. A port town on the southern coast of Spain. We wandered the streets for while and found what we thought would be a good and cheap place to stay.

The hotel clerk did not speak english and we did not speak spanish, but we bargained him down to about $2.15 US for the night. He led us to a room on the roof, I think it was his room. Still dirty with his dinner dishes and bedding. It was filthy, but it was cheap. There was a another mattress without bedding that we flipped for and I won. At some point in the middle of the night. He came into the room without knocking. He had a very large women with him and proceeded to ask if we wanted to screw her by putting his finger through his thumb and index fingers. he kept saying "cheap, cheap"

We said no thank you and he left. He returned moments later and the best we could figure, he asked us if we wanted to pay to watch him screw her? Again we declined and then I should have seen this one coming.. He assumed we were gay and tried to talk us into paying for a yet unseen boy.

He finally left when we convinced him we wanted to sleep, but we didn't sleep well and in the end I would have been happy to have spent five dollars for a better place...
labrat

Trad climber
Auburn, CA
Apr 29, 2013 - 03:46pm PT
Dang! The Suncoast for Red Rock is listed under the Recent Bedbug Reports

Maybe sleeping at the BLM with earplugs is back on the table ;-(
TWP

Trad climber
Mancos, CO
Apr 29, 2013 - 03:46pm PT
This is a great thread!

Jan:

Concerning your story of:

"Blood on the carpet reminds me of a motel in Durango" [Colorado] .... I don't know if they ever solved that murder and if it was drugs or prostitution gone wrong but the police noted she had gone in there with three guys. She was brutally beaten ...."

Yes, the murder was solved. Gang rape amongst intoxicated Native Americans.

Most posters recall fondly their worst memories of "bug-infested, sh#t- hole" hotels - a category with many worthy candidates for "worst of the worst." However, there is another genre not to be ignored: the spookiest hotel stays of a lifetime.

Here's mine.

While in Colombia in 1971 I made a solo attempt to climb a high volcano Nevado Ruiz, 17,000 feet plus. My route beta consisted of almost nothing but I was told I needed to reach a hotel in the countryside at "Thermales de Cachiri" (sp?). I inquired at the bus station about a bus going to said location and boarded a junk bus venturing into the countryside on back, dirt roads. I grew suspicious once all occupants of the bus had disembarked and we were still in the middle of nowhere. Low hanging clouds and mist obscured all views so orientation was impossible. The bus driver made known he had reached the end of the line and I could either disembark or return to the town of Manizales, some 20 miles back. I asked about "Thermales de Cachiri" and he pointed on down the road. How far he did not know (or say).

Carrying a too heavy Kelty pack, wearing painful Harlin-Leroux mountaineering boats, I trudged along the road for hours. Each odd campesino I passed repeated the same question: "Que hay de vender?" (What are you selling?") In my misery with plenty of time for contemplation I worked out the reason for these serial questions. The campesinos could think of NO REASON why any man would be walking down these obscure roads with a huge pack unless he had something for sale.

After many long hours of walking, with the last rays of light, I beheld smoking vents releasing vapors into the airs - the "Thermals" part of the destination had to be near. Before full darkness set in, I made out the outlines of an abandoned hotel. I entered the vast dwelling. The indoor bathing area/swimming pool and deck had not seen use in years, or decades. Dust covered everything in thick layers. No one present. Certainly no visitors! Shortly after realizing I had reached a ghost town, a small noise from a dark corner behind me drew my attention to the small figure of a young women carrying a baby. Tentative inquiry led to two discoveries. She was alone with her baby in this deserted morgue of a hotel but her husband would be home soon. (A universal canard if I ever heard one). And I was free to stay in any room I liked.

I ascended in darkness to the second floor (of course I had no flashlight). A long narrow corridor with rooms without doors offered me a choice of something like 100 different rat warrens to chose from - all identically barren of any furnishing; in fact, anything of value had long since been vandalized and carted off from every cranny of this tomb.

My preoccupation now became personal safety. The rat-like maze of rooms offered my best protection. If I kept perfectly still all night and chose a random enough location, any one seeking to do me harm would have a long search.

Did I mention how long a night can be when you sleep alone in an abandoned hotel, fearful of any human contact, with the vivid acoustics of unrelenting thunder and visuals of flashing lightening storm going on without end? Amidst a Halloween moonscape where thermal vents transformed benign night air into a sulfurous fog?

No boogie men appeared and I probably slept some that night. I saw the lone woman again next morning and asked her which way to Nevado Ruiz, the mountain I had come to climb but never seen. She had no idea.

This epic failure ended by late afternoon, after I had walked across trackless paramo (Andean tundra basically) for hours, blindly seeking my peak, only to run across another dirt road. Here I threw in the towel and hitched a ride back to Manizales in the back of a pickup truck full of large aluminum canisters carrying milk from this ghostly world of paramo pasturalists back to Manizales and civilization.
Don Paul

Big Wall climber
Colombia, South America
Apr 29, 2013 - 03:55pm PT
Worst anywhere must have been an Israeli run hotel in Kabul, expensive but dingy and what I remember most was that the mattress stunk from urine. In the basement was a bar where all the contractors and spooks would get hammered out of the sight of the Afghans. It was like Casablanca, there was a lot of mystery in the air. One guy invited me to go out shooting AK-47s in the desert for fun but I declined. I had something I needed to have translated, a guy working for the hotel took it and disappeared, never to be seen again. I only stayed there about 2 nights until I found a way better place, staying with the kitchen help out back behind another hotel (Bs Place, run by the warlord Fahim and his security agents). That place was ok until they put another tourist next to me, who was too sick to get out of bed, then it was no longer fun and I moved on.
Charlie D.

Trad climber
Western Slope, Tahoe Sierra
Apr 29, 2013 - 04:16pm PT
This one will creep you out:
Credit: Charlie D.
chez

Social climber
chicago ill
Apr 29, 2013 - 04:17pm PT
Barstow!
Doesn't get any better than this!
Doesn't get any better than this!
Credit: chez
Urizen

Ice climber
Berkeley, CA
Apr 29, 2013 - 05:08pm PT
I miss the old Alpine Lodge in Eureka, Nevada. It's been boarded up for maybe twenty years, but otherwise hasn't changed from its final decrepit state when it was open. Pictures of Gandhi and Winston Churchill over the bar. The owner claimed to be the only card-carrying member of the ACLU in town. No wonder he went out of business.
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