Wellington is a vibrant city, so I expected my stay at the Microtel by Wyndham to be equally bright. Unfortunately, my experience fell short, and I walked away feeling more confined than captivated.
The cleanliness was undeniable, but I felt trapped without a window. No natural light to paint the day’s moods, just claustrophobic walls amplifying every sigh. And then there was the bed, perched high like a lonely throne guarding a secret stash of socks. Climbing aboard was an adventure, and comfort, well, let’s just say it kept its distance.
Speaking of adventures, navigating the hotel late felt like an escape room challenge. The reception leaves by 7pm. So if your flight got delayed, good luck getting in because you will need a room key to enter the building.
The price tag whispered luxury, but the experience shouted budget constraints. It felt like paying for a first class ticket on a rickety bus.
Finally, just when I thought things couldn't get weirder, a fire inspector came knocking at my door like there was a fire only to tell me after i cut my shower short that he just wanted to do an alarm test and that he was told no one in the room. Apparently, my existence in the room was a mystery even to the hotel staff. Talk about a privacy breach that could put a damper on any shower!
So, while the Microtel might claim cleanliness as its crown jewel, the lack of light, quirky furniture, disappearing reception, and questionable value cast a long shadow over my stay.