We loved our stay at The Globetrotter Inn during our first few days in England but after returning from Paris we wanted to stay in other places near London just to get different experiences. Well Location is about the only good thing we experienced at Kings ‘Hotel’ the name does not reflect the accommodations at all.
To clarify, I’m pretty easy to please, I’m not picky, I’m not a germ-a-phob and I enjoy getting a good deal over having all the accommodations, it takes a lot for me to really not like a place. I would never recommend this hostel. I thought perhaps since my stay was in November 2006 its possible they have improved since then but as I look over the recent reviews it seems pretty clear to me that they haven’t.
For starters the manager who helped us could have cared less about us or our stay, he didn't even try to hide the fact that we rudely interrupted whatever show he was watching. Then the room... super tiny, by tiny I mean the bed was against 2 walls and there were maybe 3 feet between the edge of the bed to the other two walls. The tv didn't work, it was really cold, and the bed was historic, I'm surprised it didn't come crashing down when I sat on it. But all this is just what you could see with your eyes.
This happened to be the last night during our trip in London and since there was no alarm clock we went to bed early and hoped we would wake up in time. At about 2 am we were woken up by a huge commotion going on above us, not the funny 'OMG listen to those fools' kind of commotion it was the 'OMG do we call the cops, I wonder who is going to survive this' kind of commotion. We can hear unintelligible yelling then car doors opening and shutting through the sound of the pouring rain. As I peek out the window to see what is going on, relaying to my friend that some people just showed up and are on the sidewalk yelling back at whoever is above us.
I lay back down not wanting them to see me watching them and as we layed in silence and awe we all of a sudden hear glass shattering and something hit the ground.
My friend believes it was a body, I lean more towards an inanimate object like a lamp or television set. Thinking back on it I wish one of us had looked just to indulge our curiosity but we never did so whatever/whomever shattered the glass above us & met the ground below will always remain a mystery to us.
As if all this isn’t reason enough not to return the worst part for me was just about to be realized… bug bites.
Lots & lots of bug bites, all over my entire body. My friend managed to only get a few bites choosing to wear jeans and a hoodie to sleep in. I’ve always gotten more bug bites (as in mosquitoes, never bed bugs) than my friends; so I figure I must have some really great blood! I can understand having more bites BUT paying for a bed to sleep in at the very least should mean I’m the only one in it! unacceptable
There are so many hostels in London and at pretty good prices that there is no need to settle for staying at Kings Hotel which I am sure can only mean its fit for the king of bedbugs!
On a wonderful side note I've had a couple guest posts come out this past week on some of my favorite blogs, If you have a minute please check them out!
- Tips for bartering to Paraglide in Mexico
- 5 Tips to Making your Dreams Come True
