All I was looking for in a room was a peaceful place to shower and sleep, it doesn't have to be fancy.
The room is full of cheap furniture that's falling apart and a bad paint job. The fresh air tube going to the air conditioner has pigeons living in it and flapping around.
When I walked into the room and turned on the light, roaches scattered. There was some sort of tropical bugs on the headboard which I cleaned off. The place was covered in dust. Under the bed there was a half-consumed bottle of alcohol from the last person who stayed there along with dust bunnies and dead roaches.
The room overlooks a 4 lane road and every 30 minutes there's sirens whaling, motorcycle gangs throttling by, people peeling out and long processions of the local car club doing a drive by honking of Waikiki at midnight.
Aside from all of this, the absolute WORST part of this magical condo experience was the security guards. I arrived late at night with my bags and a giant box with my bike in it. As I was dragging this giant box through the door the security guard started reading me the riot act about how I had to use the service elevator, asks "who are you and 'whats your business here" with this invasive and hostile routine. I showed up nicely dressed with a $3000 bike and I'm accosted like a criminal. I told him I've never been here before and am unfamiliar with his rules.
There are signs in the elevator and they all end with one!, two!!, three!!! sometimes four!!!! exclamation points.
I tried to park my bike in the rack in the parking garage and the guard told me if I don't go to the DMV and register my bike and get two decals, they're going to put a chain around my bike and fine me.
On my second day I was walking back through the parking garage because I had developed an anxiety about going through the lobby. The paper grocery bag I was carrying broke; the bottom fell out. As I was retrieving my items my phone rang and I was talking to a friend and chasing a jar of kimchee across the garage along with a few other items. So there I am with a phone in my ear and a wet grocery bag, picking up errant groceries and the security guard tells me to move it along and that I'm loitering...LOITERING!
During the last week there I developed a severe anxiety about my return trip. How am I going to get past the guards with my bike? How am I going to check out of here? It was really bad. All-in-all, this condo was a overpriced, undervalued and a bad experience. Thank you.