The Raymond Hotel
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- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Continental Breakfast
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... do on a 13 hour flight? A bit of eating... Talking... Laughing..... Eating..... Drinking...... Weeing... Crying... Walking... Movie watching... Flight tracking... And just an hour of sleep And on reflection, who would ever, ever, ever consider giving a mini hot dog to the #Fab5. Seriously, by that time they really should have known it would lead to pandemonium. The first truly censored moment of the trip. But who cares. We made it to LA at ...
... from the airport - jolly old guy, talking to is the whole way and recommending places to us. Apartment block is nice. Right on the beach front, nice clean looking building. Room is a studio, but plenty big enough. Again the room has a nice "clean" look to it. Although on closer inspection, you'll start to see bits here and there that need finishing or changing. One of those is they shower. Just a shower head stuck to the wall that spits at you. Oh well I guess you can't get ...
... including a couple probably in mid 60s who attempted to walk to the bottom of the canyon and back out in a day (despite the numerous signs that say “do not attempt to walk to the bottom of the canyon and back out in one day as you will surely perish!”) They were half way out at 5:30pm, had been walking since 4am, were traveling 10 slow steps at a time and resting for twice as long and they wern’t going to make the bus! Jeans and walking don’t mix kids. ...
We were awoken this morning to the sound of a commercial washing machine, creaking on the floor above us and the sound of an African-American voice telling her kids to stop running 'or yall slap ya face on that there pavement'. No joke! Nomes groaned, rolled over, and proceeded to sleep until 11! I let her sleep, knowing it'd be the last chance she'd have in the next couple of days.
The hotel owner had told us they serve donuts and coffee for breakfast. I ...
... We were the only supernumeraries he had caught, so it was like we were punished for not walking away fast enough. He stuck his tongue out at us as his way of “apologizing”/making a joke out of it, but we were NOT pleased. Luckily, at the start of the drill, he told us we could finally leave.
I went and got a light dinner in the crew mess and met Duane*, a trombone player onboard from Cali. We ate together and I found out he is also a hypnotist ...