I mean, this was SO bad, we wouldn't even stay there. We walked in, took a look around, left our luggage, and went to a cafe to find a new place. It all started by walking into a kebab shop, and asking if this was a hotel. "Oh yes," said the guy behind the counter. We were taken to the first floor, where there was a door with 8.5 x 12 piece of paper with the word "Reception" taped to the door. The office was a bare Ikea table with a laptop, and various junk scattered around. We went to see the room, which was far worse than the photos indicate. Immediately, we desperately plotted our escape. This was not even suitable for transactions of human fulfillment. So, upon leaving, I left the key on the counter of the kebab shop, and the (presumed) owner actually asked "What was wrong with the room?" That question was absolutely priceless, and perfect for the experience.