If there ever were nine circles of hell, then I undoubtedly discovered the tenth when I found the Voyager. This place is the armpit of the earth - hands down. Before I had the misfortune of stumbling into this godforsaken hellhole, I had never seen a prostitute. Well, now I've seen enough to fill a small country. The kindest thing I have to say about the place is that it was filthy. The mud ring in my bathroom sink was the the cherry on top of my four-day "vacation," and to this day, that is the best memory I have of The Voyager. Then there were the crackheads. They would roam from one creepy hallway to the next, and I regularly passed by drug deals on the way to the ice machine at bed time. More often than not, there would be a group of seedy looking people huddled at the end of the stairs, wearing sunglasses indoors after midnight, slipping a few one-dollar bills to whichever "lady of the night" happened to be walking by that moment. It felt like I was in some really terrible movie - but then it occurred to me that I had never even seen a movie that bad. Between the screaming baby somewhere down the hall, the nightly beatings between the strung out couple next door, and the drugged out vagabonds carrying on 4-day long conversations outside my door, it's safe to say I didn't sleep much. If you value cleanliness and don't do drugs, this isn't the place for you. Even if you DO do drugs, please don't go to this place. It's scummy, it's dangerous, and I still feel like I need a shower just from thinking about this place. I don't think I'd recommend this to my worst enemy - Hitler maybe, but few others. I urge you to listen to all the terrible reviews out there about this place - because they're 100% right.
- Also Known As:
- The Voyager Motor Hotel Los Angeles
- Voyager Hotel Los Angeles