You drive down an overgrown path, wondering if you've got the right spot, with a growing sense of foreboding knowing you have. It emerges from the foliage like a scene from a horror movie, dilapidated, paint peeling, sinking into the ground, dirty torn curtains hanging off rails, doors ajar. Disheveled men appear in various states of undress; none of them the owner/reception worker who took your booking. Numerous attempts to make such contact fail.
Maybe it was nice once- or even passable. Now I think it may be unkempt long term budget accommodation. Advice: keep moving with some speed.
I should have looked at the dates of positive reviews before booking.