Don't bother. The place is in terrible condition, and our room wreaked of some sort of overpowering coverup-perfume deodorizer. When we arrived, our key-card didn't work. When I went to checkout at 10:30 AM—you must checkout by 11:00 AM—the office door was locked. Apparently, the desk personnel must live there because a father-daughter team emerged from nearby, having taken notice of me at the office door. Finally, when I handed him my key-card and announced my final departure he was confused. Oh, brother, you'd be better off pitching a tent.