After a nightmare journey we arrived at this absolute hole in the wall (literally) after midnight. Greeted by the rudest man I’ve ever met who initially refused to even open the security gate to let us off the street. He began by saying we’re to late, he gave our room (a seven night booking) to someone else when we hadn’t arrived, this despite there being no number available to call. Then he changed to there was no booking! The power cut out, plunging us into absolute darkness, freaking my daughter to the point she was crying, to which this charming character said tell her to shut up people are asleep! He then told us there was nothing he could do and we had to leave. I sh*t you not! A mother, 55 and 5’ tall with her 16 year old daughter, he turned us out onto the street at about 03:00. But before he could he had to get a knife to force the security gate as the power outage had damaged the locking release mechanism. He seemed less than thrilled when I asked him what would happen if there had been a fire. So here we are on the streets of Tel Aviv at 03:00 in the morning, cases and about an ounce of sanity left. Cars pulled up to the bus stop we’d sat at and offered us rides. I don’t think they meant a taxi service, other night walkers slammed the side of the bus shelter and others just stared with a tinge of malice. I was very afraid. After trying several other hotels in the area, walking from one to the other rather than sitting as bait, we finally (05:00) found a room in the Maxim Hotel one street over. I hope Mr Central Hotel (with the nasty toes) your Willy falls off into the toilet and your fingers shrivel up.
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