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Review of Hostelling International San F...

Hello, we encountered some unflattering concerns a...

Hello, we encountered some unflattering concerns about the condition of the room.
Indeed, the corridors smell of urine (or endive), the doors are not straight, the dust above the curtains is thicker than the mattresses, vomit (yes yes) was found in the bathtub, the water coming from the tap is of questionable color, the frames are not straight, the mirror enlarges me, I pick up free wifi better than that of the hotel, by night a bird broke in while the window was closed and died by planting his beak in the electrical outlet: hello security. The carpet is so dark that it looks like Snoop Dog smoked it, there are more people there than in San Francisco as a whole, the box spring has fewer bars than the Alcatraz cells, the shower exposed to the street does not help my single status, the closet remained closed with our coats inside, we had to dismantle the handle, the tastes and the colors are not discussed but the decor is still questionable (it is 'is loud), madmen shout in the street between two bites, their persistent shots are rather worrying, we had to barricade the door to sleep serenely if at least we could have slept ... Indeed the opposite 8-storey parking-type screws do not give the street a heavy sleep. Speaking of lead, the common atmosphere was sealed by the Djiboutians in the next room, isolated by cardboard partitions. Speaking of cardboard, your bagels have the taste and have not really cardboard with my friends. The bananas stick like a fondue to the UHU, the water in the fountain is certainly lighter but also warmer than that in the bathroom ... In short, the next time I will go to King George.

Regards,

A victim of your service.