Travel1000Glen
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This was billed as a four-star hotel, though it’s far from clear why. When we walked in to the reception area, we were greeted by a sculpture of a dog lifting its leg against a wall — I’m still not sure whether the management thought this was edgy whimsy or serious art. Other animals — a bull, an elephant — loom large in the garish decor, and nothing visually seems to relate to anything else, the total effect being a gallimaufry of unrelated images — an interior decorator’s nightmare. The room — supposedly a junior suite — had the whiff of questionable drains, and could have done with a fresh coat of paint. The floors were plasticated fake wood grain, the bed pillows hard, but everything, except coffee-making supplies, was provided: dressing gowns, teeth-cleaning kits, disposable razors. There is no English language television. The lift goes up only to the first floor, so ascent above that requires climbing a substantial number of stairs. The continental breakfast was adequate, and the person presiding over it very pleasant. In short, the total effect, despite the hotel’s title, was far from palatial, and far from what is customarily expected in a four-star hotel.
