The hotel rooms here are huge. The bathroom alone is the size of my dining room back home. On the edge of the large, water-jetted tub is this warning sign:
(A) I don't know where the filtration outlet is. (B) What will happen if I don't keep clear? So far, however, so good. I have not been sucked down the filtration outlet to this point.
And what hotel can truly call itself a "hotel" wtihout the obligatory platinum-priced bottle of water, here at 5.5x the price of local gasoline.
Fortunately, the tap water is excellent tasting.
Finally, the elevators. When you have 500 guests and one of two elevators breaks down, then you, as an $8/litre-of-water-charging hotel, have a problem. In addition, on the conference floor, the call button works only next to the non-working elevator, while the call button next to the working elevator does not work.
To compensate, the hotel is allowing us to use the service elevators, down a dingy hallway. A sign requires us to give priority to room service personnel. The two aging elevators pressed into service are starting to show wear from 500 guests. The doors decide to close some minutes later. The call button light goes out, and no elevator arrives.
Best of all, the call buttons on our floor are both up:
That's the Novotel hotel for you, folks!
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