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[I was reasonably surprised by this. I don't really enjoy the weird servant-like nature of maids in hotels. It makes me feel creepy. But I also sort of think that hotels might not expect the guests to do their own maid service when they're paying £70/night. I should also say, I wasn't being a prick here. I'd actually thought to try and figure clarion hotel and suites out how to fix the shower gel dispensor for myself earlier, and discovered that I could find no way to open it, even after pulling various parts off]
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Of course the reason for the window s being double-thick was to dull the noise of the airport outside, and it is only reasonable that having them open would allow this disturbance in. It s perhaps less reasonable that this noise should be more soothing and certainly less loud than the air conditioning unit. After almost two hours sleep it was time to get up, and get the hell out.
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Yes. A modified version of this complaint was sent to Accor who own Ibis. I took out some of the stuff about the staff not being able to speak English, the burn yourself down line at the top as it seemed a bit like a threat, and added in a paragraph on how I wished for their to be no action clarion hotel and suites taken against clarion hotel and suites staff, as,
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Brilliant letter. I sympathise totally having had a similar experience with an IBIS hotel in Portsmouth (only minus the air con as this didn`t exist). How they have the cheek to charge £70 for a room the size of a toilet cubicle with a bed made up of itchy blankets possibly made before I was even born, I`ll never know. Insult was added to injury when we were informed the sparse `continental breakfast` was not included clarion hotel and suites in the room price and would indeed cost £6 each! Never again.
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