Guest User
February 17, 2025
Let me start positively. The staff was friendly and forthcoming. The hotel is close to the train station. Nevertheless, if you want to sleep well, I do not recommend this hotel. I arrived late in the evening, and when I got into my room, the heating system was quite loud. I figured that this is just for a moment, since I just arrived, and they have to get the room warm. Boy, was I mistaken. I went to bed. At 3 a.m., the noice had not stopped. It was impossible to sleep (and the presentation for which I traveled to Seinäjoki was the next day). I got up, and the receptionist offered me another room. Same problem. A third room was offered, and it seemed ok. So I packed my things, moved in the other room. 3:30 a.m. now. I opened the window in the new room to let in some fresh air, only to find out - ahh, now just outside, there was a machine (probably for heating), even louder than before! Anyhow, closing the window solved the issue, and I guess that in Finland in the winter, you don't sleep with an open window anyway. The night went by. The next nights were not better. The walls and doors are so thin that you hear everything. Person in the next room turning on the TV at 1 a.m. - there goes a good night's sleep. People coming in at 4 a.m., drunk, listening to music (apparently without AirPods) loudly - awake again. Trying to sleep in? Well, only until someone uses a floor door. When they close, the noise gets you up again. When I got into my third room in the night of arrival, I noticed the door handle for the bathroom being broken. It got fixed the next day! (Actually, when the friendly maintenance person knocked, I shouted "Not now!", but he came in anyway.) The door handle got fixed so well that it was slightly difficult to open the door to the bathroom for the remaining days. The men's sauna was under repair for most of the week, Ok, you could then use the women's sauna during certain times, but it was still not to great having to wait until then. Maybe I should have complained in the hotel. But I thought I would just let it go, be a stoic, and I have had worse experiences in life. But then came the last day. I had breakfast, checked out (is it common that no one asks you for you satisfaction anymore at that point?), and began the voyage home. About one to two hours later, my stomach began to make itself noticable. This was the first time that in a plane, I had to make use of one of these bags. Must have been the meat at breakfast.