The pearl of this hotel (or really, i's more a hostel) is the kitchen. Breakfast was superb and made with care fresh in the kitchen, no buffet. Otherwise – well, the price for staying is relatively cheap, so you get what you pay for: the linen had big brown stains, I had big spiders for company, and if you got to the bed barefoot, the feet were covered with dust from a dirty floor. Walls are paper thin, and since you share the bathroom, there may be a lot of running in the corridor.
The most remarkable thing is that no staff was there. When I arrived, everything looked closed. Only the busy chef was there. After a while, he phoned the manager, who guided me on the phone as how to get the key myself. In the evening, I of course wanted some linen. But, again, no-one was there. I knocked on the door to a room (a regular, numbered door) where there seemed to be a sign of life. This was a room, not a reception, but the girl and boy who lived there obviously worked there, because they could provide me with the linen. Next night, of course no-one was there again, so I couldn't settle the bill (linen and breakfast are not included). I had to leave early next morning, so I hoped some-one would be there then but, surprise, no-one was. I left a note at the desk for them to send me a bill. Very strange experience. If I hadn't been there, no-one would have known, with one word: perfect – if you're a hit man or a spy.