This hotel is a series of converted shipping containers welded together into rooms and halls. I don’t mind the repurposing per se, but the rooms were claustrophobic, hot, and smelled very strongly of petroleum.
Our first room was clearly never serviced, with trash on the floor and sloppily made bed linens that had not been changed. To the front desk clerk’s credit, though, he was mortified and swiftly got us to a different room that was at least cleaner.
At its best, the property is still made up of just a bunch of crowded, stuffy, oily-smelly shipping containers with 70’s wood paneling and thin carpet.