Alameda Islander Motel

This place is the biggest shit hole in Alameda. Enough said.

this is the Crappiest Motel I have ever walked into. I didn’t even stay and still got bed bugs. the Lady at the desk Told me it was to late and I couldn’t look at the room before I payed I was drunk and didn’t want to drive so I said OK. Never ever again I would rather spend the night in a park then at this motel. it was the dirtiest room I have ever Seen I thought there were supposed to be standard or laws or something to prevent this Kind of filth. on my way to the room I was asked for change then some one asked me if I had any drugs. I should have known not to walk into the room. I walked into the room set down my bag then walked into the restroom. there was no toilet paper and some one didn’t flush when they left Yuck I left and rented another room elsewhere

As an Alameda resident, I hear things about this place every now and then, and all of the information I receive has to do with either the production or consumption of crystal meth within its walls. I was assigned to walk through this place as part of my job, and I came out ten minutes later with one of the worst flues I’ve ever had. The days of work I missed and pain I endured as a result were enough to ensure that I’ll never step foot in this disease hole ever again.

Crack addicts, headboards bolted to the wall and free floating mattresses without fitted sheets, no complimentary shampooz, death trap elevator, the bar Scabies… Scobies across the way is home to the most ghetto cholas I have ever seen in my life, no AV hookups on the TV, but it’s a good freaking time if you’re creative enough!

bates motel meets trailer park tropes. this place is the inspiration for the season finale blood splattered motel scene of Dexter. i thought for sure the ice truck killer would thief in the night my pose-​able limbs and drain my date of her life force.
Checked in at 2:30am, 54 bucks for the night, 10 dollar «key deposit» checkout at noon, unwanted phone call at 10:30 from grumpy front desk person «Remember check out is at noon» «Yes, you made that clear not too long ago». After walking barefoot to the bathroom and possibly contracting ten different diseases including trichinosis, I was able to go back to sleep when I heard another wake up call – domestic violence across the hall…
And again at 11:55 and 12:01 «Are you checking out maam??» Listen here missie, you don’t need to rush me out of your shithole scary dump, the jerry springer live audio snipets, sticky film on the toilet and unjustifiably high rates pretty much did the job.