Our one-night stay at the supposedly serene Four Points turned into an ordeal from the moment we checked in. The evening began with the promise of relaxation after a long day on the road, but the peace was shattered by the incessant slamming of doors that echoed through the halls like a relentless drumbeat.
The hotel, advertised as a quiet retreat, was anything but. The architecture, or perhaps the negligence in maintenance, allowed every door closure to reverberate with such force that it felt like each one was right next to our room. No matter how tired we were, sleep was an elusive dream. We tried everything from earplugs to white noise apps, but the cacophony was unstoppable, penetrating even through the supposedly soundproof walls.
By midnight, frustration turned into a night of pacing and checking the clock, only to see the minutes crawl by. The noise wasn't sporadic; it was a continuous assault, with doors banging every few minutes. It seemed like every guest was up and about, either coming back late or leaving early, with no regard for the noise they were generating.
The next morning, we were zombies, sleep-deprived and irritable. When we spoke to the front desk about our sleepless night, the staff seemed indifferent, offering a weak apology without any real solution or compensation.