Oof. The pool was unusable (can't have been tended to since 2025). The room: Upon entering, the smell was nothing short of pungent. Apparently there's just not enough paint in the world to hide the embedded aroma of decades worth of Marlboros, Camels, and Pall Malls. (Or maybe the smell was just seeping through the walls?) The combination and location of outlets, lights, controls, and blank-plated former outlets & ports was just baffling, and likely reflect years of incoherent 'fixes.' (There appeared to be a former telephone port on the wall of the bathroom.)
The towels, sheets, and pillow cases were all stained. The couch was also stained, and had a badly torn cushion. And hey; what's that holding my drinks in place inside the door of the mini-fridge? That's right; it's my old pal duct tape!
It wouldn't be fair if I didn't mention the few positives: no noises from any adjacent rooms, a gorgeous rose bush outside the office, and the room, despite its terrible presentation, did seem to be free of bugs and rodentia. Oh, and the shower control valve allowed for the adjustment of temperature and pressure independently; this is something I don't see much anymore and appreciate.
Alas, book this place at your own peril; you've been warned.