This hotel feels like the opening scene of a post-zombie apocalypse movie. It feels like, years after everyone either fled or was eaten alive, some survivors are now rebuilding the once-luxurious hotel. They are trying their best to reuse the left-behind monogrammed towels, branded stationery and ware, even though after years of collecting dust, they all look dated. Even the shower head is rusty.
There were many workers trying to build marquees at the private beach, so perhaps the current owner has really only just taken over.
Due to some booking confusion, I was initially given the wrong room where the fridge had the wrong plug for the socket, and the aircon was not cold. The staff did try to help, but it took them six, seven visits to get the fridge running, but it didn’t get cold. The aircon was later fixed.
The following day I was given the right room (with an ocean view), and, again the fridge and the aircon didn’t work. I gave up on the fridge as I didn’t plan to use it much but the aircon was quite important to me as Lomé can get quite warm. The result was an operating aircon that could not be shut off, and to avoid further agony, I resolved it by cracking open the window when it got too cold.
Not all the lights worked either but enough of them did so I just coped with it. The same with the weak water pressure from the shower.