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February 17, 2024
On the last day of the Spring Festival holiday, I returned to Chengdu from Yunnan. In order to avoid the congestion from Xichang to Chengdu the next day, I chose the best hotel and booked two rooms in Manshuiwan Town, the next stop in Xichang. I wanted to have a more comfortable rest at night. On the way, this is the first time I leave a negative review on Ctrip because it’s really annoying!
Although we didn’t arrive at the hotel until 10:30 pm and had to leave the hotel before 8 am, according to my parents who are used to saving, a hotel with 400+ for one room and 800+ for two rooms didn’t feel necessary for the elderly to just sleep for one night. Living is so expensive.
But I thought that driving long distances in the last two days of the festival would be tiring, so I looked at Ctrip, Qunar’s reviews (jia), and photos (pian) and thought they were pretty good, so I argued with my parents about the price. I thought the one hundred and eighty they usually stayed in was pretty good. I insisted that it was hard to drive. This hotel had good hardware and I must live in a better place. You get what you pay for.
On the way to the hotel from the expressway at Manshuiwan, I felt like I was turning east and west from the town road, passing a dilapidated road, turning into an unlit cement road, and then diagonally turning left and right through several unlit roads. The country road is here.
I reassured my parents that this kind of reception and training hotel with a forest-grass system and a courtyard-style layout is quiet and secluded. According to my intuition, the environment should be very comfortable.
Then he slapped me in the face sincerely, so ****.
Let’s talk about the room first, on the 4th floor. I arrived at the room at 22:30 in the evening. I was tired from driving and just wanted to sleep. I turned on the hot water from the faucet, but there was no hot water for 5 minutes. Then I suddenly found that my slippers were wet. It turned out that the water was coming from somewhere on the ground. The water that came out basically wet the floor of the basin area. There was no phone in the room, so I dialed the service number using my mobile phone to report the above problem. The person on the phone told me to have someone check it out right away, but a water pipe repairman came... After inspection, it was found that the floor drain was blocked, and the water was coming back. You have to know that at that time It's almost 23:00, how long will it take for him to practice?
The occupancy rate that day was less than 30%, so there must be other rooms. I asked to change rooms, and the chef called the lady behind the scenes again and agreed. Then I heard on the phone that if I wanted to change my room card, I had to go downstairs and walk through the atrium, two to three hundred meters away, after I had finished changing my slippers. I went to the front desk of an independent building outside the hotel to change it... I asked not to change the card, but just used the original room card as an electricity card. Anyway, I didn't go out and left in the morning. OK, a good idea. The lady behind the scenes walked over in slippers. In my room, they helped me clear the room next door. I thought it was solved...
This time I turned on the water first. I caught a glimpse of the long hair remaining in the basin and endured it. However, I didn’t expect that as soon as I turned on the faucet, the water pipe under the basin began to leak again. I rushed out and stopped the cleaner who was resuming cleaning in the room next to me. eldest sister. She came over to check again, and twisted the joint of the water pipe below. She said embarrassingly that there was a slight leak... Forget it, the water can be hot. She said that the water pipe was far away, and it would heat up after leaving it for a while. Okay, I closed the door and let the water run for another 15 minutes, but it was still cold.
I'm exhausted to the extreme, forget it, I'll just go to bed without washing...
Breakfast is served at 7:30 the next day. This is not a discussion about the type of food. That has already gone too far. There was porridge and noodles. In order to be quick, we decided to drink porridge and peeled off the hot boiled eggs specially prepared for the three of us. The egg whites had been cooked until they turned yellow. It was conservatively estimated that they were cooked yesterday. Dad took a bite of the steamed buns. I'm vomiting, so I can't ask any more questions. Let's eat steamed buns, fermented bean curd, rice porridge, and a bowl of clear soup noodles. When we're done, let's get out of here.
Along the way, I didn’t dare to discuss my experience and thoughts about booking a hotel with my parents...
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