Check in was awkward and made me, as a solo female traveler, uncomfortable — that should have been my first clue. I was shown to my room and realized that this was not the hotel for me. I don’t mind basic, but want clean. This place was disgusting. The beds looked like they were 50 years old, the bathroom had chunks of grout missing and black mold in most crevasses. Every instinct told me to get out, which I did. I have travelled all over the world, often solo, and this is the first time I’ve walked away from a hotel reservation. The rating on Hotels.com is crap. And to top it off, my credit card was used to try to buy high end sneakers online shortly after, something that could only be done with all of the personal info I provided at check-in. You do the math.