I am trying to follow my mother's advice on accentuating the positive. Love you mum, but the rest is going to be negative. This is a place where a washed-up writer goes to run down the last of his book advance before being found dead under unspeakable circumstances and buried in a pauper's field.
Unclean shower, unclean bed, noisy street, a petite air conditioner that struggled valiantly against the heat creeping in from the window. The front desk staff were disinterested in helping in any manner, even when presented with questions in Thai.
Did I mention it was $12 per night?