Haha, whatever you do, don't stay here! Arriving in this God-forsaken place called Oxford, I was already in despair from the bus ride. The buses don't announce stops, the drivers don't tell you anything, and there are no displays to show which stop you're at. Do Oxford people have their own survival rules with a design like this? Do they not need stop announcements and just know where to get off? Or is it a closed community not welcoming tourists? The hotel's location was terrible, and it looked like an abandoned building. The bed inside was incredibly dirty; it felt gritty to sleep on. For some strange reason, I was given an extra room during check-in, but the two rooms were one at the very front and one at the very back, which was bizarre. The hotel also doesn't have free WiFi, and there's no service to speak of. The door with the key was very stiff and hard to open. It's far from the bus stop and very inconvenient, and the location is hard to find. It was pouring rain when I arrived, and moving luggage almost drove me crazy. For luggage storage, there's no one watching it, and they don't even put labels on anything; it's just a pile dumped in a storage room. I had no choice but to deal with it to go out and explore. The hotel seemed mostly empty, with absolutely no redeeming qualities. The price kept dropping after I booked, yet the interface kept showing 'no rooms available' as a hunger marketing tactic. Bicester Village is really for the rich; Burberry went from 20,000 to 15,000, and 10,000 to 7,000. There are definitely discounts, but ordinary people don't buy that many luxury items. The discounts on other things felt pretty average. I went once and don't want to go again.
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