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Robin Lewis 10F Travel Writing As my car crunched down the gravel drive, I realised that this must be the thousandth hotel I've inspected and so far it's just like any other; it's just in the middle of nowhere and with some fancy drive.... great. It had been a beautiful summers' day as well and I'd got to spend it driving through countless traffic clogged, pasty free hell holes with names like Dexbrook and Skegness- seriously now Skegness is a Scottish name why can't we just let them have it!? So, anyway, I was bored and just wanted to three star this place off before getting back to my comfy (not to mention germ free) bed. I truly did hate this job with a passion and when the hotel did finally come into view it did absolutely zilch to try and convince me I shouldn't hand in my notice the moment I got back. The first thing I noticed about it was the sheer force of ugly it threw at me. It was ridiculously 'in-your-face' and in the worst possible way. A place so hideous that it could only be described a scar (and not the cool type) on the stunning Cornish countryside - however boring it may be. ...read more.


For a start it was just too green, like one giant leaf with a giant mirror and chandelier. Then as my eyes skimmed around I saw a desk and my memory came darting back, I was meant to be inspecting this hotel. Geese this wouldn't be the easiest report to write up. I wandered over towards the desk and was greeted by a small man in his late fifties that looked like he could have been sat in the same place all of his life. He had chunky glasses on and was reading some sort of daily paper, which from first glances looked like the South-westerly version of the 'Sun', interesting. I coughed loudly to get the man's attention and he jumped up startled before giving me the dirtiest look I've ever encountered before coldly asking what I wanted. That's one down for staff friendliness. Then after clearing up that I was here for a room, the man began to lead me to my room. The craziness started to calm down a bit now, just good old casual wooden floors and simple wallpapered walls. In a weird way I was disappointed, I'd like all the mentalness it was new and exciting. ...read more.


No where's that perfect. I sat down at a table the hall looked like it could have been from the Victorian era with giant glass windows and an oversized, arching, stone roof. I shoveled down my breakfast before pondering what to do with the rest o my day, I couldn't just slump round the hotel the whole time so thought I'd go back to my room and look at a few leaflets I'd been given for the area. I was wondering along a corridor when that feeling hit me again from the other night. My stomach just slouched and I felt a mixture of sheer panic and joy. There was a door to my right so I decided to knock, see if there was anyone in with the same strange feeling or whether it was just me. I knocked but got no answer despite hearing music, Beethoven I think. I decided to knock again, still no answer, no shout, nothing. I pushed the door and surprisingly it creaked open. Panic struck me. What had I just done? What was I opening? Then I see it, some sort of blurred swirly mess. I'm confused as the floor starts to shake. I half scream but it's too late as there's a sort of sucking motion and the last thing I hear is something that faintly resembled a crackling siren... ...read more.

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