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]]> By: Christine http://blog.hotelclub.com/holiday-horror-stories/comment-page-1/#comment-1000 Christine Thu, 24 Jan 2008 12:35:57 +0000 http://blog.hotelclub.com/holiday-horror-stories/#comment-1000 <p>After looking forward to my cousin's wedding for nearly a year, I booked myself into a well known hotel in Sydney thinking it was not only well located...but pretty much at the top of the tree as far as Sydney hotels go.</p> <p>How one can be wrong!</p> <p>Drove up the driveway at 3:00pm...but didn't get my bags onto a concierge cart for 15 minutes...and then had to do it myself. I think that a 5 star hotel with only one driveway attendant is kidding itself. But that was only the start!</p> <p>Then it came to check in.... wait in line for the single front desk clerk to become available (while the other was sitting on the lounges chatting to a friend. 3:40pm at the desk...nearly there I think....well...maybe not.....</p> <p>"Sorry,but I don;t have a room available...but if you can wait on the lounge it wont be long"</p> <p>At 4pm it became a joke...at 4:15 it was past being funny.</p> <p>Anyway...we finally got into our room at 4:40pm....1 hour and 40 minutes after arriving..and the bags took the bell boy another 30 minutes.</p> <p>We were late for the wedding and the hotel didn't care AT ALL.</p> <p>I suggest that you NEVER stay at this hotel...it's CRAP.</p> After looking forward to my cousin’s wedding for nearly a year, I booked myself into a well known hotel in Sydney thinking it was not only well located…but pretty much at the top of the tree as far as Sydney hotels go.

How one can be wrong!

Drove up the driveway at 3:00pm…but didn’t get my bags onto a concierge cart for 15 minutes…and then had to do it myself. I think that a 5 star hotel with only one driveway attendant is kidding itself. But that was only the start!

Then it came to check in…. wait in line for the single front desk clerk to become available (while the other was sitting on the lounges chatting to a friend. 3:40pm at the desk…nearly there I think….well…maybe not…..

“Sorry,but I don;t have a room available…but if you can wait on the lounge it wont be long”

At 4pm it became a joke…at 4:15 it was past being funny.

Anyway…we finally got into our room at 4:40pm….1 hour and 40 minutes after arriving..and the bags took the bell boy another 30 minutes.

We were late for the wedding and the hotel didn’t care AT ALL.

I suggest that you NEVER stay at this hotel…it’s CRAP.

]]> By: Unlucky Traveller http://blog.hotelclub.com/holiday-horror-stories/comment-page-1/#comment-989 Unlucky Traveller Tue, 22 Jan 2008 04:55:16 +0000 http://blog.hotelclub.com/holiday-horror-stories/#comment-989 Last year I went to a conference in the US (San Jose), leaving from Sydney Australia. It didn't go well.. It all started off so well. Both my work mate and I managed to get exit row seats so there was plenty of leg room. Then things changed. The engines roared and we started heading down the runway only to have the engines die down. They kept us waiting in the plane while they tried to fix the problem, but after an hour they let us loose on the terminal. After 3 meals, kilometers of walking, hundreds of pages read and 8 hours we made our second attempt at taking off. Thankfully this time we got in to the air, even though we could have been almost there by now. We waited for ages for our bags to arrive, then we stood in a short line for 50 minutes while they tried to reallocate connecting flights. Finally we were confirmed on a flight, on a plane that I could not stand straight in. Once in San Jose, we rented a convertible Mustang (Got to roll in style) and looked up our hotel in the GPS. We couldn't find the hotel, or the road. So we drove to a possible location, which wasn't it, so we asked directions to the general area we wanted to go. The directions didn't help, but we finally got to the Marriott Hotel San Jose a few minutes before midnight. A little after midnight we tried to check in but there was a slight problem. The hotel didn't have our reservation and the address on our form didn't match the address of the hotel. They called central reservation and couldn't find our names. Strange seeing as we booked the Marriott Hotel San Jose and that's just where we were... Oh wait, the travel agent booked us in to the Marriott Hotel San Jose, Costa Rica. Costa Rica?! COSTA RICA?! We are in America! I told the girl doing the reservation for us we were going to the States and the other guy even sent a link to the hotel to her! Costa Rica?! Thankfully they put us up for the night, but were booked out for the rest of the week (Like most hotels here), so we spent some time on the phone to work trying to get something else. Eventually finding a nice little dodgy place. Last year I went to a conference in the US (San Jose), leaving from Sydney Australia. It didn’t go well..

It all started off so well. Both my work mate and I managed to get exit row seats so there was plenty of leg room. Then things changed.

The engines roared and we started heading down the runway only to have the engines die down. They kept us waiting in the plane while they tried to fix the problem, but after an hour they let us loose on the terminal.

After 3 meals, kilometers of walking, hundreds of pages read and 8 hours we made our second attempt at taking off. Thankfully this time we got in to the air, even though we could have been almost there by now.

We waited for ages for our bags to arrive, then we stood in a short line for 50 minutes while they tried to reallocate connecting flights.

Finally we were confirmed on a flight, on a plane that I could not stand straight in.

Once in San Jose, we rented a convertible Mustang (Got to roll in style) and looked up our hotel in the GPS. We couldn’t find the hotel, or the road. So we drove to a possible location, which wasn’t it, so we asked directions to the general area we wanted to go. The directions didn’t help, but we finally got to the Marriott Hotel San Jose a few minutes before midnight.

A little after midnight we tried to check in but there was a slight problem. The hotel didn’t have our reservation and the address on our form didn’t match the address of the hotel. They called central reservation and couldn’t find our names.

Strange seeing as we booked the Marriott Hotel San Jose and that’s just where we were… Oh wait, the travel agent booked us in to the Marriott Hotel San Jose, Costa Rica.

Costa Rica?!

COSTA RICA?!

We are in America! I told the girl doing the reservation for us we were going to the States and the other guy even sent a link to the hotel to her!

Costa Rica?!

Thankfully they put us up for the night, but were booked out for the rest of the week (Like most hotels here), so we spent some time on the phone to work trying to get something else. Eventually finding a nice little dodgy place.

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