I had a terrible day in Hong Kong, and I'm quite upset.
I booked a cheaper hotel to save some money, but when I arrived, the area felt a bit like a slum, and half of the elevator was broken. After much struggle, I finally got up. The reservation on Trip.com said check-in was at D1, but I didn't see anyone there, so I called. The person on the phone told me to look for the elevator entrance. I told them I was already at elevator number four, and then they just said to find D2 myself and hung up. I spent a long time looking for D2, only to find it wasn't nearby. I eventually found it elsewhere, but it looked like a different property. So I called again. No one answered for a long time. I started eavesdropping, trying to hear which room had a ringing phone, and finally found a landline ringing in C2. I asked the woman inside if she was the front desk person who had just spoken to me, and she said yes. I was baffled as to why, if I was right in front of her, she couldn't just tell me directly.
The room was also awful. They basically gave me a storage room. The air conditioning was broken, and the blankets and pillows were covered in dirt. There was also a persistent stale, foul smell in the room. I had planned to tough it out for one night, but it was absolutely unbearable. In the end, I took a taxi to the airport in the early hours of the morning and slept on the floor. At least the airport would have air conditioning. I didn't save a single penny of the money I intended to save; it was a lesson learned the hard way.
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