Chetwynd's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn Review (You WON'T Believe This!)
Chetwynd's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn Chetwynd Review (You WON'T Believe This! - Seriously)
(Metadata: Days Inn Chetwynd, Chetwynd BC, Hotel Review, Accessibility, Family Friendly, Cleanliness, Breakfast, Free Wi-Fi, Budget Hotel, Road Trip, Northern BC, Canadian Rockies)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your polished, sponsored hotel review. This is me, Chetwynd, fresh off a multi-hour drive through the (admittedly gorgeous) wilds of British Columbia, ready to spill the tea on the Days Inn Chetwynd. And you know what? It was… something. Let’s just say it wasn't exactly the Four Seasons, but hey, it's Chetwynd. Expectations, gotta keep 'em in check, right?
The Initial Vibe: Entryway and Check-In Chaos (and a Tiny Triumph)
First impressions? Okay, so the exterior? Functional. Let's call it that. Nothing screams "luxury retreat", but the giant Days Inn sign certainly gets the message across. Finding the entrance wasn't rocket science, thank goodness, because my brain was already putty after the drive.
Accessibility: They made a valiant effort. Listed as "Facilities for disabled guests" and "Wheelchair accessible" are the key tags, and as I understand, that is their core business. Now, how the staff are trained to support this is a little uncertain!
Check in? Well, that's where things got interesting. The front desk staff… bless their hearts… seemed a tad overwhelmed when I arrived. There was a small group of people around, it all got quite slow. They were polite, a little frazzled, but ultimately, the process worked. A win, I guess! The "Contactless check-in/out" tag is a good one to have, especially right now.
Rooms and Glorious, Glorious Wi-Fi (and the Lack of a Real Window Seat)
Okay, so the room itself. Solidly…adequate. "Non-smoking" room, which I always appreciate. "Available in all rooms" items: "Air conditioning", "Alarm clock", "Hair dryer", "Coffee/tea maker", "Refrigerator", "TV". All there. Functional, as I said. Cleanliness? Generally good, but I did spot a stray…hair…on the bathroom counter. Minor offense, but hey, I’m judging here!
The Wi-Fi, though…bliss. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms?! Yes, please! And actually a decent connection! That's HUGE. Especially on a road trip, when you absolutely need to upload those scenic Instagram shots and avoid the dreaded data overage charges. This is where Days Inn Chetwynd really shines. So, internet access, checked! Internet access - LAN, checked! Wi-Fi [free], checked!
The "Things to Do" Around Town (and My General Lack of Doing Them)
Now, look, I'm not the most adventurous type. So "Things to do" is always going to be subjective for me. There isn't a "Pool with view" or a "Spa" situation happening here, so if you’re looking for a luxurious relaxation retreat, you might be disappointed. The hotel itself doesn't offer much beyond the room and the (glorious!) Wi-Fi. There's no "Gym/fitness" centre, so I couldn't pump some iron. No "Sauna", no "Steamroom". Boo.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Or Lack Thereof - Mostly)
This is where things get… challenging. The hotel has a "Breakfast service" listing, but I would not call it a buffet. Think "Breakfast [buffet]", but scaled way, way down. It wasn't the worst breakfast I've ever had. There were the usual suspect: generic bread, some cereal, maybe a hard-boiled egg (if you got there early enough!). "Asian breakfast", “Western breakfast”, "Breakfast [buffet]", “A la carte in restaurant”, all listed on the spec. But, reality bites. (And you might want to pack your own snacks for the road, is all I’m saying!) There's a "Coffee shop" on premises, but the coffee had a certain… "roadside diner" vibe. I'd call it on the way to okay.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Good, the Bad, and the Slightly Sketchy
Okay, in the middle of COVID, I'm hyper aware of cleanliness. The Days Inn does a few things right: They have "Staff trained in safety protocol" - thank god; "Hand sanitizer" at the right spots; and "Rooms sanitized between stays". "Anti-viral cleaning products" are listed, too.
The Downside of Chetwynd
Look, this is Chetwynd. There isn't much in the way of gourmet dining or high-class entertainment. You’re here for the location, the access to the great outdoors. So, if you're looking for a base camp, it's perfectly fine. If you're expecting a luxury resort experience, prepare to lower those expectations. The "Happy hour" listed in the menu seems like a joke, the town is dry.
The Bottom Line: Would I Stay Again?
Look, if I'm ever back in Chetwynd (and let's be honest, the odds are decent considering my proclivity for road trips), would I stay at the Days Inn again? Probably. The free Wi-Fi is a total game-changer. It's also a generally comfortable experience, if you manage your expectations. The staff, while a little ragged around the edges, were trying. It fits the budget, it's generally clean, and hey… it’s a roof over your head in a town that's still developing. So, yeah. Give it a shot. Just… maybe pack some snacks. And good luck!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive HEADFIRST into my Chetwynd, British Columbia adventure. And trust me, it's going to be less "Instagrammable" and more "real life with questionable decision-making." This ain't a polished travel brochure, folks. This is MY truth.
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Crisis in the Parking Lot
- 14:00 (ish): Finally! Whew. Made it. Days Inn in Chetwynd, looking… well, it looks like a Days Inn. Which means beige. Lots and lots of beige. Parked the trusty (read: aging and slightly dented) Corolla. First hurdle: finding a parking spot that doesn't actively threaten my ability to open the car door. Success! (Mostly. There's a tiny, soul-crushing squeeze involved.)
- 14:15: Check-in. A lovely woman with a surprisingly sunny disposition despite, you know, being in Chetwynd, hands me a keycard. "Enjoy your stay!" she chirps. Enjoy? Honey, I’m already questioning all my life choices that led me to this moment, alone, in a small town in the middle of nowhere. The existential dread is real.
- 14:30: Room inspection. Okay, the bed looks clean. Always a win. The TV…well, it's got a remote, so that's progress. The view? Another parking lot. Oh joy. And the air conditioning? I'm sweating already, so it better work, or I'm going full-on meltdown. (Spoiler alert: It works. Small victories, people, small victories.)
- 15:00: Unpacking (or, as I like to call it, flinging everything in vaguely organized piles). I'm convinced I overpacked. As usual. Did I really need three different types of moisturizer? (Yes, obviously.)
- 16:00: Wanderlust strikes… or maybe it's just cabin fever. A quick walk around the block. Greeted by the sight of a few pick-up trucks, a Tim Hortons, and… more beige. Okay, Chetwynd, you're not exactly blowing my socks off yet, but I’m trying to keep an open mind. I spot a friendly looking dog on the leash with his owner. I ask the woman how she likes living here and she tells me it's great. Oh well.
Day 2: The Great Outdoors…and a Near-Disaster with a Bear
- 09:00: Breakfast at the Days Inn. The "continental" breakfast is… well, it's there. Dry muffins, questionable coffee, and enough plastic cutlery to choke a small whale. I eat it anyway. Gotta fuel the adventure, right? (Mostly because I'm too lazy to go find anything better.)
- 10:00: Off to the Kinuseo Falls. After reading online, I try to gather important information about the falls; there are bears! Wonderful. I am not a mountain woman. I'm a clumsy city dweller who trips over air.
- 11:00: The falls are beautiful. Truly stunning. The roar of the water is deafening. I'm feeling all "one with nature" and taking photos. I'm really loving the view.
- 11:30: BAM! A bush rustles. I look up. A BEAR. A big one. Not just any bear, the worst type of bear. Panicked, I take off like a bat out of hell. My backpack, my camera, everything! I did not have time to collect myself. I ran. I hear this bear coming up behind me. I turn around and yell at it to "GO AWAY!" It does. It's honestly the scariest moment of my life. I run all the way back, heart hammering, and don't look back. The bear was just checking me out… but I'm not going to lie, I cried a little. So much for being "one with nature." I feel absolutely ridiculous afterward.
- 13:00: Back at the Days Inn, shaken but relatively unscathed. I hug my bed. I spend the next hour questioning all my life choices. Why bears? Why me? Why Chetwynd?
- 14:00: I've decided to order a pizza from the local place because obviously, that’s the sensible thing to do. I get my pizza and spend the rest of the day binge-watching terrible reality TV to take my mind off the near-death experience.
Day 3: The Search for "Fun" and (Mostly) Finding It
- 09:00: I skip the "continental" breakfast. I take a walk around the block, hoping I find something to eat.
- 10:00: This town is cute though, I guess. I find a cafe and find a great breakfast.
- 12:00: I decide to go to the local museum. History can't bite!
- 14:00: Back at the Days Inn, I feel the need to relax. I spend the rest of the day, sitting on the park bench and people-watching.
- 18:00: I head to the bar. I chat with locals. I feel the love.
- 21:00: Back to the hotel. I feel much better about Chetwynd.
Day 4: Departure and a Hint of Optimism
- 09:00: One last breakfast! The coffee is still terrible, but I'm strangely fond of the dry muffins now. Maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome.
- 10:00: Check-out is pretty easy. I resist the urge to give the keycard a dramatic toss.
- 11:00: I do a final slow drive out of town, just to be sure I haven't accidentally left any bears behind. Chetwynd is a bit, you know… beige. But I survived. And hey, I saw a bear and lived to tell the tale. (And now I have a great story for cocktail parties!)
- 12:00: Head for the highway. And you know what? Despite everything, I kinda liked it. I am glad I got to experience this. I'll be back!
So there you have it. My Chetwynd adventure. Messy, imperfect, and possibly slightly traumatizing. But hey, at least it was mine. And maybe, just maybe, I'll learn to appreciate beige someday. (Don't hold your breath.)
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Chetwynd's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn Review (You WON'T Believe This!) FAQ - Buckle Up, Buttercups.
Alright, alright, settle down. You've heard the title, you got the clickbait. Fine. You're here to find out about the Days Inn in Chetwynd, BC. The "Best Kept Secret." Let's see. Secrets are usually… well, secret. So, *is* it a secret? Or just… mediocre with a good marketing team?
Is this REALLY the "Best Kept Secret"? Or are we talking about a glorified Motel 6 covered in a fresh coat of paint?
Okay, let's be real. "Best Kept Secret" is a HUGE claim. Like, suggesting the Loch Ness Monster is actually a cleverly disguised inflatable pool toy. It's ambitious. Is the Chetwynd Days Inn… *amazing* and hiding from the world? NO. But… hear me out. I came in expecting disaster. Chetwynd isn't exactly the Paris of the North. My mental image involved questionable carpets and a flickering TV playing static. I was... pleasantly surprised, actually.
It's not the Ritz. It's not going to win any design awards. But for the price? And considering the location? It's… surprisingly decent. And the "secret"? Maybe it's the low expectations? I went in expecting the worst, and I got… something better. Make of that what you will.
Alright, spill the tea! What's the room situation like? Decent? Dingy? Did you find a dead spider the size of your hand?
Okay, room specifics. This is where it gets… real. The room *itself*? Cleanish. Let's go with that. Cleanish. My first impression? Okay, acceptable. Not sparkling, but not like, "I need to shower with my clothes on" bad. The bed? Firm-ish. Which, after a long day of... whatever you do in Chetwynd, is appreciated. I'm not a fan of sinking into oblivion. I need support. The sheets? Clean, thank god. And listen, I'm a sheet snob. They looked recently washed. No stains, no… you know… suspicious yellowing. Points for that.
Now, the *details*. The decor… let's call it "functional." Think browns and beiges. Lots of browns and beiges. Did it scream "stylish"? Absolutely not. Did it scream "dated"? Yes, but in a kind of charming, "this place has seen things" way. The bathroom? Small, but again, clean. The water pressure… good enough. I've had worse, trust me. And the spider situation? Thankfully, no giant arachnids. Just… a few tiny ones. (I'm not great with spiders. I pretend they don't exist.)
How about the Breakfast? Is it even worth dragging myself out of bed, or should I just hit the Tim Hortons?
Breakfast. Ah, the all-important breakfast. This is where the *real* assessment happens, right? The make-or-break moment. Listen, the breakfast at the Days Inn in Chetwynd… is fine. It's genuinely fine. Don't expect a gourmet experience. Do expect the usual suspects: continental fare. Waffles, cereal, toast, yogurt. I saw some sad-looking muffins (pro tip: AVOID the muffins). Juice that may or may not be juice. Coffee, which was… drinkable. Not amazing, not terrible. Drinkable.
Here's the thing: If you're expecting a hot breakfast buffet with made-to-order omelets? Lower your expectations. If you're looking for a quick bite before you hit the road? It does the job. Honestly, it's good enough to give you a starting point. It's better than nothing. And it's free. So you can’t really complain.
BUT - and this is a *big* but – I did overhear one guy raving about the waffle machine. So maybe I missed some insider information on perfect waffle technique. I didn't try it, but maybe you will. Let me know how it goes.
Let's talk about the Staff. Are they helpful? Grumpy? Do they know about this "Secret"?
Staff… okay, the staff actually made the experience *better*. They were… nice! Like, genuinely nice. I've stayed in hotels where you feel like you're inconveniencing the staff by existing. Not here. The front desk person I interacted with – bless her heart – was friendly, helpful, and even gave me a recommendation for a local diner. (Which, by the way, was excellent. More on that later!). They seemed to genuinely care, which is a rarity these days. They even asked me if I was enjoying my stay and how I felt about anything. That in itself is a very good sign.
And no, I didn't ask them about the "secret." I'm not that brave! They probably get asked it a million times a day. But their positive attitude definitely added to the… *pleasant* experience. Seriously, good staff makes a HUGE difference. They're the unsung heroes of the hotel world.
Any dealbreakers? Any major downsides we should know about?
Okay, let's be brutal. The downsides... The building itself could use a refresh. It's not falling apart, but you can tell it’s been around for a while. It's charming in a "lived in" way, not a "brand new" way. Some people might find it a bit dated. The Wi-Fi was… spotty. Seriously, prepare to go off the grid a little bit. My phone kept dropping the connection. The elevators are slow, and at one point I had to share a ride with some very loud men complaining about the price of beer.
And the location? It’s Chetwynd. It's not exactly bustling with activity. But hey, that’s part of the charm, right? If you’re looking for nightlife and a vibrant social scene, you’re in the wrong place. If you need a good night's sleep and don't mind a bit of a drive, that might change things.
So, the big question: Would you go back? And is it REALLY a secret? Or a well-kept... average?
Would I go back? Yeah, probably. If I was in Chetwynd again? Absolutely. Given the price, the friendliness of the staff, and the surprisingly decent room… sure. It's not gonna be my first choice, probably. But it’s comfortable enough and I’d certainly consider it.
Is it a secret? Nope. Not anymore! Thanks to me, the cat's out of the bag. Maybe not on a global scale, but whatever. Is it a "Best Kept Secret" in the sense of a hidden oasis of luxury and perfection? No. But. Is it a decent, affordable, and *surprisingly* pleasant stay in Chetwynd? Yeah.Hotel Hide Aways
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