The dog poop in the stairwell perfectly summed up my feelings on the whole experience.
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Vent in spa room ceiling
"What's that smell, Daddy?"
"Why, that's Legionella, darling!"
Bathroom ceiling
I have never been to prison, but I think this is what the shower would look like.
Entry to Hotel Hell
I would have liked to have thought that this is the part of the hotel they were remodeling. It isn't. We never actually found that part.
Patio window
This window was almost opaque in parts. Jake still managed to walk into it, though, so maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought.
Bedroom heater
More grime in the heater. At least it stunk less than I would have expected.
Bedroom heater
I wished that was paint overspray from the remodeling, but it was just more dirt.
Bedroom floor
The previous tenants were kind enough to leave us presents. Who couldn't use more beer bottlecaps?
Bathroom
There's a hole in the toilet, dear Liza, dear Liza.
Yes, a hole. The little foot under the toilet lid was burrowing its way out, probably in a vain attempt to escape the squalor.
Slumming it at the Ramada
We recently stayed at the Ramada Inn of Kearney, Nebraska. When we arrived, the clerk told me they'd overbooked the hotel and had already sold our room (which we'd guaranteed with a credit card) to someone else. In retrospect, I should have just left and gone elsewhere.
The place was dirty. As in filthy. As in we were afraid to touch stuff. After a while, it was like being in a third world country. I mean, you stop taking the filth as a personal affront and begin seeing it as an adventure. What's around the corner? Who knows, but we'll take a picture of it!