Places To Avoid, Part I: The Sebel Playford
Pity I can't say the same for the place we stayed in. It appeared that they were going out of their way to ruin the evening, or, at the very least, attempt us to stay put and spend copious amounts of money on the hotel grounds. When we booked we paid the same price as we did earlier in the year, the price was for a room with full breakfast. Nope, not this time around. Room only, and be thankful for that. So we phoned to get the check-in time and were told, 3pm. We turned up at 3pm to be told that check-in was actually at 2pm. Nice. The bellhop spied our bottle of champers and told us that it was against the hotel rules to bring booze up to the rooms - as if we had the contents of the local bottle shop in our bags. They allowed that one to slide.
It got worse. We intended on having some people over for a quick drink and then we were going to wander down to the fireworks display. The other half had asked about this earlier and was told, sure, that's fine, but we'd have to come down to get the guests, no-one was allowed to just wander up to the rooms. No problems. Stevie arrived, I went and fetched him, all was cool. Then my pal Mich and her chum arrived and phoned saying that the hotel staff had refused to allow her in. Down I wandered to find the night manager (Hello Lauren!) who told me that nope, no guests allowed. Why? I asked. Security reasons mainly, and that there were airplane staff who had to check out at 3am and thus the noise levels would be too high if people had parties going on, also, well, it's just something they decided. I stood there, took it all in and then the lovely Lauren informed me that, "most guests are obeying the rules, it's just a few ignorant ones who are hell-bent on breaking the rules and ruining it all for everyone." I stood my ground and said, "I'm deeply offended and insulted that you'd suggest that I'm doing anything wrong. I've come here, paid my money and invited some friends over for a drink before we went out. I'm not being noisy, we were told earlier tonight that it was fine for guests to come to the room for a drink, as long as they didn't stay the night. These rules you're talking about weren't explained to us beforehand and for you to suggest that I'm trying to break those rules, or are in any way doing something that I shouldn't be doing..." so she began to apologise. Again the airplane staff were dragged out. "That's not my fault they have to leave at 3am," I said, to some more abuse from the luscious Lauren, who, frankly, looked really pissed off that she had to be explaining to some guest why she was ruining their new years eve when she'd rather be out playing party girl somewhere. I was then told I was welcome to bring my guests in via the hotel bar, at a cover charge of $25 per head. If I did that then they could come to my room. I declined and out we all went, we sat outside and watched the loud parties in the other rooms where, presumably, everyone was a paying guest. I ended up phoning Chadwick and a few other pals to tell them not to bother dropping by as no-one was allowed up to the rooms.
It got worse. We got back from the fireworks just in time to see some old guy about to (loudly) beat the living suitcase out of his wife. I held back just in case but the situation it appeared to diffuse itself and off he went, cursing and banging the wall and doors all along the corridor. Back into the room we went and eventually off to sleep.
You read about this stuff. At just after 3am we heard doors slamming and loud voices in the corridor as the airplane staff all vacated. Much giggling and shouting of, "Hey, Ron, who was that slut you had in your room last night?" So much for me waking them. I'd hate to be on those planes today.
Finally I awoke and wandered down the stairs and read the newspaper. The other half woke up and found...no bathrobes! She's betting that her credit card will be charged for the missing robes, I've told her that if it is then we're going to contact the bank and say that an illegal charge has been done. I'm also going to send a strongly worded letter of complaint to the hotel, not that I expect anything to be done about it all. I also doubt very highly if I'll ever be staying there again, or at any other hotel in their chain. I don't pay $250 to be insulted and get crappy treatment like that. The good thing is, the night wasn't totally ruined, just a bit of a let down as we weren't able to catch up with some of the people we wanted to.
I think next year we'll stay in the Hyatt across the road. The people who were staggering out of there looked like they were having fun. I've stayed in $35 per night fleabags that afforded me better treatment than these wankers did. I wasn't aware that Adelaide had it's own version of Fawlty Towers, but there you go, it does, and it's called the Sebel Playford Adelaide.