
Hyatt Place Times Square: Why So Rude?
I can’t tell you how many hotels I have stayed at in NYC. The worst one was Element (see Great Service, Bad Experience). The most overrated was the Park Hyatt (see Park Hyatt New York: Consistently Inconsistent). The rudest was the Hyatt Place Times Square. While a building cannot be rude, those that work in it sure can be. Here’s what happened: I took an early flight from Puerto Rico which arrived in NYC at 9:28AM. After enduring the AirTrain (see JFK AirTrain: Why Mess with Uber to Manhattan?) and the subway, it was 11AM when I arrived at the hotel. The place was a zoo. The lobby looked more like a bus station than a hotel. The queue for the front desk was long with many impatient guests. When it was finally my turn to check-in, a woman frantically jumped in front of me asking for a new room key since she had a taxi waiting. The lady at the front desk looked at her with scorn and said that she would have to get back in line. The woman pleaded for a room key. The attendant again directed her to the line. Sympathetic, I said that it was fine to give her a new room key. My generosity was lost on the employee. She barely greeted me and only spoke to me to tell me that my room was not ready. I asked if she knew when it would be ready. She told me that normal check-in is at 3PM. She then asked for my phone number and told me that they would call when the room was ready. As an Explorist, I don’t expect much from my status, though I have been granted access to my room many early mornings. In this case, it was obvious that the staff was overwhelmed and that the hotel was at capacity. How else can they justify charging $650 for one night at a Hyatt Place? Instead of waiting in the DMV lobby, I went to look for coffee. I made the mistake of going to Pret A Manger and paying $5.18 for a double espresso. For that price, I could have gone to my favorite coffee place in the City, Felix Roasting (see Best Java in NYC). I didn’t make the most of the extortionate coffee price. Though I loitered in the cafe until 1:30PM, I was too tired to ask for the Wi-Fi password. I opted to use my hot spot instead. Delirious from the lack of sleep from the night before, I went back to the Hyatt Place. To my amazement, I found guest after guest being given room keys. Like the woman before me, I skipped the queue and went to the front of the line. I asked if my room was ready. They said they would check. Indeed it was ready. I calmly asked why no one called me. I was given no response. I asked why so many people were checking in in front of me. Again, no response. I kept asking and was told that each guest’s situation is different. Unsatisfied, I calmly asked again. The woman at the front desk walked off and a man came. I reiterated my questions and was given multiple explanations: 1) Your room just became available. 2.) We were just about to call you. 3) The guest before you had checked-in the prior night so his room was available. 4) You were upgraded so your room took longer to become available. Given how busy and chaotic the hotel was, I would have been satisfied if they told me that they had simply forgotten to call. The rude attitude towards me and towards other guests by multiple members of the staff was unwarranted as were the excuses. I was especially annoyed with the “we upgraded you” explanation. Upon arriving, I specifically said that I didn’t need an upgrade. All I wanted was a bed so I could go to sleep before my meeting. Too tired to argue and too incoherent to continue speaking, I took my room key and made my way to the ‘upgraded’ room. While not quite Coming to America bad, I could not help but wonder what the non-upgraded room would have been like. Here’s what I found:









False Imprisonment? All JetBlue Passengers Detained Over a Lost Tablet

Mosul, Iraq Day 2: Overwhelmed
On day 2 we headed back to the old town, passing by another mosque that was commissioned by Saddam but was never completed.
















































Sheraton Samoa: For The Photos (And Room Service)
Getting There: It costs $20 Samoan talas ($8) to go from the airport to the hotel. It’s only a ten-minute drive.
With an inadequate two nights in Samoa (see I Blew It: Missing Blowholes in Samoa And Tuna in America), I maximized my time by 1) Staying at a hotel near the airport. 2) Staying in a hotel with an idyllic beach. Before diving into #2, let me dispense with the low lights of the hotel. The Room I was upgraded to a suite. It was big but but empty.


























Guns & Butter: Lisbon Travel Guide (Updated Edition)
TPOL’s Guns & Butter Travel Guide is the best way to see as much as you can in as little time as possible. Here’s how it works – A trip is composed of two factors: Labor And Lazy. The opportunity cost (what is given up) for relaxing and being Lazy is gained by being adventurous in the form of Labor and vice versa. The guide includes inefficient activities i.e., tourist traps that should be avoided and aspirational activities that are worth doing but may be impossible to see given the constraints of time and resources.
Getting There

Staying Here

See This, Don’t Do That







Don’t Miss
The best cod I’ve had (see Restaurant Sunflower: Best Seafood Lisbon, Portugal).
Don’t Stop The Party
What’s a travel guide without a party (see Pop In Pub Crawl: Lisbon, Portugal)?


Get Me Home
A quick stop in the Priority Pass Lounge and a faster flight on TAP to Madrid, and it was finally time to return to Puerto Rico, flying Iberia of course.

Hyatt Regency Lisbon: Perfect Stop in Lisbon for One Night (Or Two)
I had a one-night stopover in Lisbon, Portugal. After a friend reunion, it turned into two (Travel Lesson Lisbon: Friend Reunion Led to Missed Flight). Fortunately, I was able to nurse my way back to health in this great suite. Location The Hyatt Lisbon is located right on the water and only minutes away from all there is to see and do in Lisbon (see Guns & Butter: Lisbon Travel Guide). Hotel Itself I was very happy there was a Hyatt Regency in Lisbon. It beat the terrible Radisson I stayed in previously (see Radisson Lisbon: No Thank You).


















To Sua Ocean Trench Samoa: Why I Loath Instagram
My takeaway after visiting To Sua Ocean Trench in Samoa is that Instagram has made travel unbearable. There are too many selfies, too many tourists, and too many people in my way. Instead of appreciating this giant swimming hole, the literal translation of To Sua, I was preoccupied with the crowds of people all looking for the perfect photo opp.











Courtyard Marriott Jamaica: For Carnival, Stay at the AC











