I’ve always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie, snowboarding, base jumping, fly boarding, and now I can add Survived The New Sea Breeze Motel to the list! This is the place you drive by and think “I wonder if anyone is dying in that motel at this moment?” The dirty panties that were left by the bed were the perfect accent to go along with the fear of catching dysentery from touching anything in the room. I see someone wrote “family owned” in the reviews….and I guess they’re right. The methed-out Indian guy at the front desk IS someone’s son. Seriously, I told him my name (a very easy name) 10x, showed him my license and told him “I see your list, I’m Number 6 on it”, and he still wasn’t quite grasping that my name was, in fact, the exact name on his list. His eyes were the size of saucers and this guy must’ve been on day 6 of a bender. The pics people are posting are cute, and not at all what this place looks like now. Also, they only show one part, which I think is the part where people actually live (yeah, it’s one of those places). The room we were in had one small window in the back which had some sort of bars on it. No windows anywhere else, it was like a jail cell. We brought our own sheets and pillows thank goodness because I think I would’ve just risked the DUI and left.
Seriously, don’t stay here. It isn’t safe in any sense of the term.