As a woman in my 60s traveling alone, I’ve come to expect to be treated like a second class citizen by most restaurants and hotels. This, however, has been the worse thus far. The 3rd floor tiny excuse if a room was not even part of the main hotel. I had to get off the elevator on the second floor, wander through passageways and then haul my luggage up a narrow steep staircase. When I called to ask for another room, I was told no, because I had already entered the room.
I had to put luggage in the bathroom since the main room was so tiny. The big TV taking up the one table “didn’t work”. I hate feeling like I was ripped off, maltreated and bullied into staying in a depressing place. Never again.