Medugorje Hotels

Basic B & B: Never Again

We were warned that accomodation in Medugorje was basic, but nothing could have prepared me for what we stayed in.

I wasn't choosing the accomodation so I had no say in the matter, but I am absolutely convinced that there must be very many better places to stay in this town.

The room was on the third floor of a large house behind a pub. We were shown to our room by a young woman who looked as if she'd prefer if we weren't there. We dragged our own bags up flight after flight of stairs.

When we got to our room there were twin beds and a table which held our blankets. It was icy cold and the thin, see through curtain on the window did nothing to keep in the scrap of heat or keep out the freezing cold.

We threw the wool blankets over our beds and crawled in, no sign of any sheets. I scratched and twitched all night as I cannot bear the feeling of wool against my skin.

An electric heater was provided to heat the room, but the only place to plug it in was behind the bed. This meant that the heater was on top of the bed. I unplugged it as I visualised myself waking in the night with my face in the scalding heater. So I froze and twitched and scratched.

Next morning I got up to have a shower. No towels, no soap, nothing. The shower was on top of the loo. I decided I would suffer without a shower until I got to my next hotel that afternoon.

We wandered downstairs to seek our breakfast - this was a B&B after all, wasn't it? We found the kitchen, nicely set for breakfast, but we were hunted out as soon as our bottoms hit the chairs. This was not where we were to eat. We were shown to a basement - dark and unwelcoming, no sign of any food. No tables were set although long boarding school like trestle tables flanked the room.

A woman appeared as if from nowhere and started putting baskets of bread, miniatures of jam and butter, and a pot of tea on our table. As it was Easter Sunday she also produced a basket of painted/coloured hard boiled eggs. We cobbled together some sort of repast. I had to throw out the first pat of butter as it was rank. The woman disappeared before we had a chance to say anything or ask for anything more.

Unique Quality: Never again.