A few months ago Mumma and I bought a cheap hotel deal from online. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was only one hundred dollars for an overnight stay at the Gold Coast, with the usual chocolate and wine on arrival and so we thought we would give it a go.

Due to the sheer amount of things that Mumma and I buy online though, we had forgotten about this particular deal until just recently and unfortunately, it was due to expire within a few days. Mumma and Dadda were of course busy and unable to use it, leaving Boyfriend and I headed for a night away.

As you can imagine, we were thrilled at the idea. Our excitement however, soon disappeared. From the very second that we drove past and saw exactly which hotel was ours, we were starting to question just what we had managed to get ourselves into.

This fancy hotel of ours turned out to be a run down old brick building that I would sooner avoid than pay money to stay in. In fact, I have stayed at hotels in Lismore that were more appealing than what I was about to walk into.

From the moment we were given our room key, things had gone from bad to worse at a fairly rapid pace. The room we were given was almost impossible to get into, compliments of another lovely guest deciding to park their car directly in front of our door. So close actually, that if our room was fancy enough to have a kitchen table, then they would have basically been parked on top of it and that’s not even the half of it.

As soon as you walked in the door, the bathroom sink was right there in the living room, just in case you couldn’t be bothered to walk the extra metre into the bathroom to wash your hands I suppose. The television that they promoted as being a big fancy flat screen, well it looked more like something from the 1960’s. To tell you the truth actually, I would say that my laptop screen was probably twice it’s size. Although the bed appeared to be normal at first glance, my guess would be that the sheets hadn’t been washed in quite some time and don’t even get me started on the bathroom. I don’t think I would have been game enough to step foot in that shower fully dressed let alone without any clothes on. Considering the level of mould that was currently growing in there, hygiene was obviously not there strong point. It was disgusting.

After having just driven an hour and a half from Brisbane, just to use our hotel voucher, you can imagine our level of frustration. At first though, we weren’t quite sure what to do. So rather than stay in a room like that, we left. We left our bags and we went out for the afternoon, taking some time to think it over.

Upon returning a few hours later however, the decision was somewhat made for us. It was coming up to shower time and there was no way that I was going to be showering in a bathroom that filthy, nor was I going to be sleeping in a bed that looked like the sheets hadn’t been washed in weeks. I wouldn’t consider myself to be a germaphobe, but I only had to look at that room and I already felt unclean.

Needless to say, we didn’t stick around. We packed up our things, returned the room key and we called the manager to complain. As expected though, the phone rang out, as it continued to do for the next seven times that I called. Given the state of the hotel though, I was given the impression that this sort of thing probably happened quite often.

So just like that, our romantic night away in a hotel together had turned into a sleepover at Boyfriends house and let me just say, I think I speak for both of us when I say just how excited we were to see a clean shower and a bed with freshly washed sheets. It was like heaven.

As far as online deals go, let’s just say I’ll be thinking twice next time a hotel promotes themselves as being ‘pet friendly’. Chances are it doesn’t actually mean people bring their dogs along, but is rather a polite way of saying you may very well be signing up to share your bed with more than a few bed bugs.