Rat hole. Dump. Dante's 10th Circle of Hell. This place is indescribable in its horribleness.
We needed to stop in Columbia on a vacation trip to Congaree National Park. Little did we know, because we couldn't care less about golf, that the Master's was going on down the road in Augusta. Everything was booked up. We always use Yelp, but my wife got confused when booking the room, and we ended up here by mistake. Maybe it was cruel irony that the motel was called Master's Inn. Maybe it was just plain cruel.
The sheets were dirty. They had holes in them. Does the air conditioner work? No. Does the fridge work? Not well. The hot and cold water lines are reversed, but you'll come to expect that kind of thing after a few moments here. White is black and black is white. The entire facility is run down, in a post apocalyptic way that would even convince Kim Jung Un to abandon his nuclear ambitions. You can't sleep here. It's impossible.
But it doesn't end there. Oh no. This place isn't through with you until it chews you up and spits you out. Once sun down hits the riff raff begins. It starts outside with the drinking and the noise. You stand at the door peering out the peep hole, with the feeling that you're trapped, similar to the Romans when the Vandals were clamoring at the gates.
Drugs? Without question. Cars coming to and fro, people going up to the windows, with some sort of transaction occurring. They weren't delivering pizzas. Prostitution? Not sure but confidence is high, I repeat confidence is high.
Fortunately, we had our sleeping bags with us. We stripped the beds and slept in them, just trying to make it through the night which seemed unending. The walls are paper thin, so even if you could sleep in this miserable slum you're not going to.
If I could give this place a negative one thousand stars, I would. I didn't even take any pictures of the scene. If you need pictures for what I've described here for you today, then by all means go experience it for yourself.
I told the wife that we are never to speak of this again. I just wanted to forget. But I want to share it with y'all so that you don't suffer a similar fate. Avoid the Master's Inn at all costs. And, to the good people of Columbia, South Carolina, please raze it to the ground. read more