Oh my, where to begin? I read the raving reviews of this place and it was a no-brainer to reserve here. But after only one day, demanding our money back the next morning and not getting it because we had no leverage after paying cash, the only reason I am giving the place a 2 instead of a 1 is because of the beach. Note that sleeping on the beach on a towel would receive a higher rating.
On this journey was my old college room mate, his first post post-retirement sojourn and me on my yearly get-away to Mexico. We were on a moderate budget, not the low end and had rented the largest "bungalow" with 2 beds, kitchen and a separate living area. As we first walked in the Las Urracas, the place appeared old but quaint. That really wasn't a problem, nor was the fact that the heavily landscaped grounds were cut back for a person under 5' 6" and difficult for this tall guy to navigate .... but all part of the picture and quaintness we thought - yes, the jungle-y look was a nice touch and helped hide just how old this place was and did give it character as something lost in the 50's.
Then inside it was plain to tell by looks and smell that the room had not been used in months but still no bother. The missing and mismatched tiles, the single bulbs hanging on the long cords, all part of the fun and the traditional Mexico experience I have had over the years. I even remarked to my friend, "we can pretend we are in an episode of the TV show "Lost" and that we found this long abandoned place where we can rest after having spent the last year sleeping on the beach".
OK, we had adjusted our minds to living in the mucho Mexicana, the old, the failing and the past but then the sun went down on our fabulous first day at the very beautiful beach that lied in waiting just steps outside of the back gate. As group leader I had the honor of showering first. How quaint the oblong rock that was in place of the shower drain, I thought. Great also, as I preheated the shower, finding there was plenty of hot water. But then "the music started" as roaches the size of silver dollars started parading out of the drain. I started stomping them with my bare feet but my stomach soon turned and I had to grab a sundry can lid to finish the job. After 15 dead, I had created enough ruckus and noise that my friend jerked open the door while yelling what was I doing when part of their army entered his bedroom. A few made it into my bedroom and the kitchen as well.
Dirty from spending all evening on the beach, a shower wasn't an option. So my friend finally ingeniously stopped the parade by taking a frying pan from the kitchen to plug the shower drain hole, where we were able to slowly inch it up whenever the shower water neared overflowing.
Our yelling and stomping must have alerted the staff too, as we later learned the manager's home was next door. Near the "frying pan end" of our roach invasion, outside our open windows we heard spray cans going off in unison just after we had shouted to each other, maybe we had the name wrong and instead landed at the "Las Cuc-Urracas".
Then as I tried to read myself to sleep, to top my evening off the light switch started smoking and it exploded and parts flew onto to my bed. The shout from the next bedroom came appropriately "what in the HELL are you doing in there!".
Too late this night and with no Internet, finding another hotel was impossible, and with the army stopped with a frying pan brigade, we awoke the next morning to demand our refund but instead received a shaming as unappreciative and demanding guests.
Note: Some kind soul needs to come fix the p-traps, add drain caps, replace plumbing fixtures, re-tile and reface the entire operation, replace the rusted shut windows, broken shutters, replace the furniture that looks like it fell off a truck at high speed and repair the torn curtains. Might even add AC units to the back where we were located because a full speed ceiling fan in that breeze blocking heavy vegetation can't touch the heat and humidity.
- Also Known As:
- Las Urracas Hotel Zihuatanejo
- Las Urracas Zihuatanejo