Sangha House

A challenge to get to the room - it was like a locked room scenario… but - in reverse. When I finally got to the room it felt like golem’s mother had popped in to vacuumed up any joy which might be lingering from the previous occupants soul! An average unlovely Traveloge room is simply brimming with detail, colour & Joie de vivre compared to this husk of a space, which gives some idea of how soul destroying Sangha House was. Trying to be positive, it was: central, clean, warm (very) with plenty of hot water - all at a reasonable price. I’m not sure this outweighs the utter misery though! Agora (who I booked through) asked “Would I recommend Sangha House to a friend”…. I wouldn’t even recommend it to a Tory!