Ah yes, the stayOrange.com hotel near the sweet smelling China Town’s Petaling Street. After our breezy check-n we were whisked away to our room that judging by the in-house flyer seemed like it was gonna have that retro funky feel that is always fun. Well, we entered out double room very slowly because with our bags and the space available, it was the only way. Literally you could not see the floor after we got the door closed. Now, the room had a funk but not just any funk. I’m talkin about the smell of a room that at one time was used as a 6 foot swimming pool. But, its not a swimming pool and the random rca in/out plugs dangling from the wall 6ft high sealed the deal with their rusted corrosion. I suppose the mold stains on the wall and ceiling were suspect too. So, ok, we were staying in a damp flood victim of a room but we had a tv and free wifi. Or did we? Ok, so no hotels remote works to turn on the TV so I made attempts at the several buttons and very inconveniently placed plug but alas, no TV. The kind gentlemen who tried to help was not actually a worker at the hotel (notice the word “kind”) but he gave it his best and asserted that it was broken. Ok, well the wifi? Hmmm, nada. Now the high tech wizards at the stayGARBAGE.com hotel explained that our software was not compatible to pick up their wifi which was newly created by a being greater than Bill Gates on a newly discovered Orange planet run by Mr. Bean. Odd, but we politely accepted this. Allrighty, so…no wifi, no TV, mold, stank, no floor space. Now, in other languages Garbage might mean something different, but I’m referring to the kind of garbage you might flush down the toilet after a healthy offering of Mexican heavy on the refried beans and guacamole. This hotel was similar to that. So, we decided not to stay in the excrement and peace out to another hotel an hour after we checked in. The woman that night had a plethora of excuses for why we could not just get our money back right away which included the boss being on vacation for a month and the dude working the next day might have had refried beans on the brains so as it stands, we are at the mercy of the company awaiting an email back to get our money back. Oh….so what do I think of the stayGARBAGE.com Hotel? well…garbage.