My review of the Nasa Vegas Hotel Bangkok

I chose the Nasa Vegas Hotel because of the price and the amenities. The pictures on the website made the hotel look modern and well kept. The amenities I was interested in were, AC in the rooms, Fitness Center, Cable TV with American Movies and Internet.

The pictures of the hotel on their website are completely deceiving and misleading. The hotel and the rooms were old and shabby, rundown and filthy.

There were a number of movie channels but my TV did not work well and I only was able to receive one movie channel on my tv at times. Sometimes all the channels worked. The TV was fucked up. I informed one of the employees at the front desk about my TV issue but nothing was ever done. They just ignore you or claim they don’t understand you and make no effort to find a staff member that speaks English. They just want you to go away and not bother them.

The hotel offered Internet service but charge 150 baht per day extra. I opted to use the Internet Café across the street for my Internet related needs. The Internet cafe charged 100 baht for 5 hours over a 10 day period.

The fitness center was the worst experience of all. First off I was made to wait in line at the front desk for a pass to the fitness center. I had to do this every day, it’s not enough to be a hotel guest and have a hotel key to grant you access. They want you to have a pass. I waited up to thirty minutes for my pass and on a couple occasions I walked off tired and frustrated from standing in line and waiting for my pass to the fitness center. This was beyond rediculous. Guest of the hotel were only allowed to visit the fitness center once a day. When you got to the fitness center the AC was not turned on (Fitness Center was on the fourth floor) and the windows were opened. It was incredibly hot and humid in the fitness center, it was literally in the ninety degree range.

The first day I visited the fitness center I was assaulted, physically pushed, by the manager of the facility and yelled at because of the sweat under the stationary bicycle I was riding. The man pushed me while I was seated on the stationary bike and riding. What kind of place is that? I’m fifty three years old and I have a bad leg, had this not been the case I would have gotten off the bike and punched that mother fucker right in the mouth. I’m not new to fitness centers. When I was done with my workout I wiped the machine down and wiped up the sweat off the floor but this did not stop the man yelling at me every day I worked out.

On another occasion the manager grabbed the towel I brought down to the fitness center and tried to walk off with it. I had to grab it out of his hand in order to take it back. Who does something like that? The towel was sitting atop my backpack directly in front of me while I was on the stationary bike. On another occasion I watched the manager harass a couple other guests while they lifted weights, they were so offended they ended up leaving. What kind of a person does something like that? What kind of a business operates like that? I would not believe these things possible had I not seen it or experienced it.

Why would the manager of the fitness center chase off hotel guest? The reason why these things happened is particularly disturbing. The fitness center is a brothel, a whorehouse for homosexuals. If you were not partaking in the homosexual whores offered up for sale they wanted you out of there. Guests interested in the male prostitutes would go back to one of the five massage rooms and do their “business”. There were always four or five young Caucasian men between the ages of twenty and thirty on display for any gay customer looking to make a purchase. I cannot say for sure if there were any female prostitutes at the hotel. I did see some suspicious activity involving many young women, Caucasian and Asian, but cannot say with any certainty that they were hookers.

There was a sign over the Jacuzzi, “no swimming trunks allowed” along with another sign , “No Cream or Compost allowed in the Jacuzzi”. I could only interpret this to mean “no sex and no shitting in the Jacuzzi”. What else was I to think

Even though I found the fitness center to be aggravating I went every day my leg would allow it. I did it just to piss off the manager. The day before I left the hotel I told one of the male prostitutes I was a writer and planned on writing in great detail about my experiences at the Nasa Vegas Hotel. This information get through the hotel quickly because my last trip to the fitness center the manager was nice to me. ---- What a dick. My checkout time took less than ten minutes. It was common knowledge the checkout time took on average ninety minutes. They were really being nice to me on that last day.

 

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