Aviator Hotel in Aqtobe

I have not been to prison, inshala, but it seems to me that the conditions there are better. Like a hotel where everything was purchased at the first price and made by guests from sunny Uzbekistan. The iron spring in my thigh from the mattress is unforgettable! The bed is all staggering, I thought it wouldn’t live until morning, the towels in my work shop are better and this miracle costs 12000 tons per day.

We stayed for one day in the second room.
Perhaps this was once a decent hotel with expensive furniture, but now it’s just some kind of squalor: the mattress is sagging, the bedding is synthetic with burnt holes, the room stinks of cigarettes and sewage. In the bathroom, the shower doors do not close well, the shower leaks, the tap does not turn, because of this there is either cold or hot water. Dirty. The towels are gray (apparently they were once white). There are no keys to the room, the argument is that they have everything under cameras.
We checked in at night and there was no time to look for anything else. We moved out the next day when we found a more decent place.