jekabs P.
1/5
Oh boy, where do I even begin? This is hands-down the worst motel experience of my life. After checking in, I climbed the stairs to the second floor and was immediately greeted by the pungent aroma of cheap air freshener that hit me like a punch to the nose.
Room #215 was surprisingly clean, but the furniture looked like it was bought from the Salvation Army down the street. I noticed some odd people hanging around, and after a quick Google search, I discovered that this place is more than just a motel – it's mostly subsidized housing that the locals aren't too thrilled about.
Now, here’s where the real fun began: Little did I know I got two free “roommates.” There was this delightful hollow wooden door between my room and Room #213, which I’m convinced was crafted from the finest cardboard. Every time my neighbors coughed, sneezed, farted, or, well, did other things (if you catch my drift), I heard it all - sounds from strangers you really don’t want to hear in a room you paid good money for! Yes, that includes the couple in the next room who decided to make loud sex for an hour, right as I was trying to catch some sleep. The worst part, they returned a few hours later for Round 2.
The second night, the TV decided it was time to die. The remote was working, but the screen was as dead as my hope of ever watching anything. I resorted to watching sports on my laptop while praying for a moment of peace. Around 5 a.m., I woke up to use the restroom (as quietly as possible, so I wouldn’t disturb my neighbors), and I was greeted by a spine-chilling gurgling noise coming from behind the door. Was someone choking on something, or was it… the other kind of choking (choking the chicken)? Who knows. Either way, it’s an experience I wish I could unhear.
Ladies, let me give you a heads up – there’s a massive gap under the connecting door. Big enough for a phone, a camera, or any other creative devices you might want to slide through. Trust me, it’s an experience you’ll never forget, and not in a good way.
I managed to get about five hours of sleep both nights, thanks to my trusty earplugs and alcohol, but was woken up many times by streetlamp that might as well have been in my room, given the size of the gap under the curtains. Bright light streaming in made it feel like I was trying to sleep in a crime scene.
I had booked two nights here, but one was enough. Canton has never had a great reputation, but this motel certainly isn’t doing it any favors. Honestly, it should just be converted to subsidized apartments and saved from further humiliations. Stay somewhere else if you can. Would not recommend unless you're in the market for a one-way ticket to an uncomfortable, sleep-deprived nightmare.