Euphemia Old City Canal Zone Hotel

"Great find for price! The location is incredible, was a short walk to most activities. Customer service was excellent as well. Me and my buddy wanted a break from hostels and we had a great time."

"The location is perfect for discovering the city, and the rooms give you what you need for a couple of nights. The service is always friendly and helpful! A good budget option, especially for three people."

"Redefining Budget – In the Most Depressing Way Possible\n\nIf you’ve ever wondered what it feels like to serve a light sentence in a juvenile detention center—with the added privilege of paying €200 per night—this is your chance. This so-called “hotel” boldly redefines the word budget by stripping it of every ounce of dignity.\n\nBefore you even reach your room, you’re welcomed by a wall of laminated rules plastered everywhere like propaganda posters. “Don’t do this.” “Don’t touch that.” The vibe? Less hospitality, more low-security correctional facility.\n\nOnce inside your room for three, you’re invited to play an immersive game of spatial anxiety—Tetris for masochists—just to find a spot for your bags.\n\nThe windows open just enough to let you remember what air feels like, but not quite enough to breathe. It’s like trying to inhale through a straw while suffocating in IKEA’s rejected storage prototype.\n\nAnd then there’s the bathroom. No ventilation whatsoever. The air just lingers, dense and unmoving—like the ghost of every shower before you. A musty, moldy stench fills the entire room, making it feel less like a bathroom and more like the forgotten basement of a damp monastery. After a while, you could practically carve bricks out of the atmosphere and build a tiny toilet fort.\n\nAs a final insult to hygiene, the toilet paper provided is the thinnest imaginable—train station–grade, single-sheet misery. It dispenses one paper-thin whisper at a time, like a bureaucratic rationing system for dignity.\n\nAmenities? A shampoo sachet. Yes, one. Per person. For the entirety of your stay. It’s like winning a single-use lottery for basic hygiene. There’s no TV—but who needs one when you can enjoy every cough, sneeze, and suitcase wheel from the rooms around you and the stairs?\n\nAll of this for €200 a night. No breakfast. No warmth. No charm. Just a flawless simulation of modern austerity in hospitality.\n\nOne star—for the location. Because even dystopia can have good public transport connections."