The Art Hotel

Step on thunder! Step on thunder! Step on thunder! For those who give good reviews, do you deceive your compatriots and live up to your own conscience? The location is quite remote. There is nothing around. It's dark. There are only a few small restaurants on the main road. There was just a middle-aged man at the front desk, sitting at a table, speaking substandard English, and showing no enthusiasm at all. The facilities are very poor and shabby, far behind the domestic Home Inns and Hanting. The original door locks, worn out kettle, no lights or switches on the bedside, the toilet seat is broken, the bed is hard, and the toiletries do not have shower gel. There is only shampoo, and WIFI is often not available. Hygiene is not guaranteed, because there are obvious stains on the bath towel, the pillowcase is also stained, and there are many red lice-like bugs on the bed. I crushed 5 of them to death in about an hour, and they were all covered in blood. It's 12:30 in the evening, and there are still people joking and children playing at the door. There is no soundproofing at all, and people walking around make as much noise as if they were wearing high heels. This is the only hotel in Central Asia that made me regret not bringing my pajamas during my ten days in Central Asia. With this condition, it still costs 400 yuan, which is more expensive than Home Inns in Beijing, and the conditions are far worse than Home Inns in Beijing. Not recommended unless you are a backpacker who can live in a youth hostel, can tolerate filth and doesn't mind the price. In summary, it is useless and not worth the 40 yuan. My diaphragm lasted all night, so I slept in long clothes and long pants. I checked out of the hotel early in the morning for the evening flight and couldn't stay for a second.