I have come to Adelaide to join my cousin Tracey and family for her wedding. This is the first time I have travelled for leisure in quite a while, and it’s quite strange not really having anything that I have to get done.
I am staying at The Oaks Embassy, which is on North Terrace. It’s a four star hotel, which I would suggest is not deserving of a couple of those stars.
Not only was the whole reservation procedure painful and error prone, when I arrived I was surprised to find that they require a $100 per night deposit – to cover incidentals and damages. This is a four star hotel, so there’s no room service. Incidentals are the Movilink movies, and whatever they have left in the fridge.
Before I take you on a pictorial tour of my room, there is one photo I left out. On top of all the other issues I have had, the first thing I get to see when turning on the TV in my bedroom is two very scantily clad women tasting each others breasts for some reason. I am no prude, but – I don’t want to see straight porn, even if it is for free.
Now, on to the tour… (click on images to see a full size version)
I should have realised that I was in for a quality room when I noticed that the lock on my front door was broken.
My favorite room feature.. pvc tape which has obviously been in place for some time, holding the shower head in one, quite difficult, position.
Given that the front door obviously can’t be secured, I assume that house keeping’s solution was to leave a knife by the spa.. just in case there is an unwanted visitor as you relax.
Not tremendously important, but just indicative of the overall lack of maintenance – the broken toilet seat that will not stay up.
We then move on to the spacious kitchen/dining/living room. Where the kick-board under the dishwasher has been… kicked.
I guess it’s like a tip jar. House keeping have left some rubbish in the bin, so I would feel more comfortable putting my own in there.
Almost all the lamps in the room are all unplugged. Some with good reason… there just isn’t a power point to plug them in to.
Join me outside now to enjoy some of this dry Adelaide heat. Mind the lock on the door though, it’s completely broken and barely able to even stay attached.
If there’s nothing to look at apart from the building next door, I guess they have left this water damage as a feature? Maybe when it rains it’s like a waterfall or something..
And finally as we retire for the evening, why would I be shocked to find that the clock radio was unplugged?
The The Oaks Embassy – Adelaide, South Australia by Troy Kelly, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
