Comfort Hotel Guarulhos Aeroporto

The hotel is very close to the airport, about a 10-15 minute drive. Although the direct distance is short, the road design is poor, requiring a lot of detours, which adds to the travel time. The hotel is quite new, the newest of all the hotels on my Brazil trip. It's not in the typical dark red style, more like a bright-colored economy hotel in China, which I liked. There's an airport shuttle at the entrance, seemingly running hourly, but unfortunately, I missed it. The restaurant is decent; the selection isn't extensive but still acceptable. There's an outdoor courtyard which is very comfortable for a short sit. The room is compact but all the facilities are brand new. WiFi connectivity was poor. I asked the front desk if it was safe outside, and they replied that it's okay during the day but best not to go out at night. It's hard to imagine that even near the airport it's like this. I had dinner at the hotel, costing 79 BRL per person. For someone like me who isn't used to the local flavors, it wasn't good value for money. Throughout my entire Brazil trip, the only meal I thoroughly enjoyed was the BBQ buffet hosted by my client in Curitiba, because it had flavor. All other meals were bland and just for filling the stomach. Considering the price and location, I would still choose to stay here again.

This hotel has been my go-to transit stop for years. Its simple layout and excellent location always made it my first choice. However, this recent stay gave me a new perspective, even with over a decade of business travel experience. The receptionist with the nose ring was constantly making things difficult for guests, especially men. She insisted that check-ins could only happen after 2 PM, but as soon as someone else took over, check-ins were processed immediately. Since I transfer frequently, I'd always ask her about the shuttle bus. She'd give various excuses about the bus being full, but in reality, when I actually rode it, it was almost empty. One guest inquired about the current room rate; he hadn't booked and needed to pay for the day directly. The nose-ringed receptionist quoted a price significantly higher than what was listed online and then, shockingly, told him if he couldn't afford it, he could go to the Ibis next door. The entire lobby fell silent. Finally, I have to vent about what I thought was only an Asian phenomenon: 'pastoral feminism' (or 'rural feminism'). Now I just want to know what generation this version of 'pastoral feminism' is at here. Also, I know that only oxen wore nose rings in ancient times; what you perceive as a high-and-mighty attitude just looks like a distorted animal show from the zoo to us.