We arrived at the hotel at approximately 10pm. When we walked in, the front desk person was on a private phone call that they had on speakerphone. Unprofessional, but whatever. They then took a full 10 minutes to get us checked in including asking me questions about a form that I clearly filled out right in front of them. Suffice to say, when we got to the room, I was already annoyed. When we got to the room we quickly discovered that there was a door to the adjoining room through which we could hear EVERYTHING happening in the next room. Not the soft hint of things happening, we could hear every syllable said, every cough, every breath and without straining. I managed to sleep through it, my partner did not. Front desk couldn’t move us because they were ‘fully booked’ which… no, they just weren’t. The next morning at 9am, there was a loud knocking on the door, then another loud knocking on the door, then a THIRD loud knocking on the door before a housekeeper nearly walked in on me naked (fortunately the door chain was locked). This was at 9am on a Sunday. At approximately 9:30 am that morning, the drums started. Yes, you heard me: DRUMS. I thought I was going mad, but it turns out that the hotel rents a conference room to a church on Sunday mornings and the drummer started warming up (or playing for the first time in their life, it wasn’t clear) at NINE THIRTY AM. Where was the conference room you ask? Literally the next room in the hotel. Amazing.