How funny is John Cleese in Faulty Towers eh? Well, not so funny when experienced in real life. Yes, we stayed at the one, the (probably not so only) Faulty Towers in Harwich England – I kid you not! Like the show “Yes Minister”, I can verify that it does exist and that Manuel is FEMAIL. The room was up three flights of a very narrow stair case with small short steps. Yes it was clean, but the shower door fell off the track and the toilet took fifteen minutes to refill and gurgled the whole time until if finished filling.
We had to ask for everything twice. At check out I asked for the tab – ¿que? I said, you know, the part where I pay you money. Oh, that'll be £42 – done. Would you like a receipt? Yes thanks. Discovered much later that the receipt doesn't include the £18 for breakfast that we literately had just minutes before getting the bill.
Faulty Towers, the view and a sunrise just like the one Rhonda from AAMI thought she saw in Katuk.
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Experience is a wonderful thing. It helps you recognise a mistake when repeated.