Travel Inn

Horse Cave Motel would seem to be the King of cheap motels in Horse Cave, KY. I was surprised to read such rave reviews for a less than $50 a night motel. When I pulled into the lot it actually looked really nice and the lot was almost entirely filled with vehicles. And a NO VANCANCIES sign adorned the office. This, then, is a review of the Travel Inn right down the road. Only a couple other vehicles were in the lot at the Travel Inn late on the chilly October weeknight when I pulled up. An older Asian man promptly emerged from the back when I entered the office. It didn't take long for me to get set up with a single for the night. This place uses real keys - old school. The sign out front looks pretty old school, too. Unfortunately, my door was sticking at first, and when I did make my way in, it didn't seem to lock when shut all the way, or so it seemed from the inside. I found this a bit concerning, but it was late and I was tired and this place was deserted. Everybody was down at Horse Cave Motel down the way. The bed was clean, the shower worked, though it had a weird level up top by the nozzle, which seemed to be the only way they could stop a leak? No matter. It got the job done. My bedspread was ugly, the walls were classic fake wood grain and the older microwave was as big as the mini-fridge. The TV had a built in VHS(!) and DVD, though the DVD looked to be broken. I didn't mind any of this too much. Travel Inn has a certain rundown charm, and what do you want for $4O a night? It was late, and I couldn't find anything on so I hit the sack. Morning arrived, and I was waiting for the miniature coffee pot the room was supplied by with to bring forth that invigorating black juice of life when there was a knock at the door. Remembering the door's jankiness, I felt for my pocket knife in my pants. Ol' trusty was there. I open the door and it's a chubby boy with short hair in front, long in the back. He might have been just old enough to start junior high. He tells me "I'm selling two knives for my grandma that just died, to help with funeral expenses, and I got this thing going on. I got fake money. " I quickly tell him "I can't help you" and shut the door I now really wish properly locked. I have no idea what the kid's deal was, but when I posted that quote on my Instagram stories a friend DMed back "meth country". The kid seemed alright somehow, but I got the definite feeling he got roped into helping an older relative with a substance abuse problem with their dirty work. At any rate, he needed a better spiel, and maybe he would go on to try his hustle at Horse Cave Motel, but I would assume they at least have doors that lock there. After that sketchy encounter, it felt good to drop my key in the handy drop box next to the office door and get the hell out of there. I could probably give this place a one-star but I do like old school motels and mom and pops. And it was cheap and I did want this trip to be an adventure. If I was you, I don't know if I'd stay here though.

Very run down. Not really a motel more like apartments. Weekly rates are a little high for the poor quality of this motel. We had standing water in shower, dirty sheets on our beds and when we decided we didn't want to stay anymore they would not refund any of our money. They were quite rude and hateful. Would definitely not stay again and wouldn't recommend anyone else staying either. Don't wast your money stay up the road at OYO.