We arrived at 1am, tired but optimistic, ready to execute the clearly laid-out instructions from the hotel. Step one: retrieve envelope from the safe. Nailed it. Step two: read said envelope. We got cocky. "Surely this keycard is for the front door," we thought. Swipe. Denied. Swipe again. Denied. The front door sighed, locked us out for 10 minutes, and probably judged us. Fair.
Once we regained entry and our dignity, things went uphill fast. The room was generously sized, the bed was delightfully comfy, and the hotel was perfectly located—just a short stumble from Apollo Campers, which was our morning mission.
The pillows were enthusiastic overachievers in the fluff department—great if you're into neck elevation, less so if you sleep like a pancake.
Bonus quirk: flipped a power point above the bed (not a light switch) in the morning and—ta-da!—the TV and aircon fired up in unison like they'd been waiting for their cue in a Broadway number.
All in all, a solid stay with a few laughs at our own expense. Would stay again (and read the envelope next time).
