Why is this dump called the "Golf" hotel. It escapes me. There is no golf course, nor the ambiance of a golf resort. The only relationship is your room key (not electronic card) is attached to a golf ball.
The only positive of this disaster is that a tram stop is convenient. Of course, you will need to run the gauntlet of pickpockets and assorted other thieves and flim-flam artists to use it, but it is convenient.
Also, the Golf books groups. Our stay featured a large group of screaming teen-agers.
Unique qualities include a tiny, primitive room with no control over the room temperature, a crummy lobby, and an atrocious breakfast featuring some orange swill which substitutes for orange juice (no other options), fatty meats & a limited assortment of inedible glop. This is overseen by surly help who also seem to have extreme difficulty in clearing the tables after guests leave.
