In the 80's we would go to the Calgary Stampede every summer and one year dad thought it would be good to roll into town a night early to get a head start on the festivities. Well, every place within 50 miles of Calgary is booked solid durring the Stampede ( :-Xreally?) so after scouring all known lodging in the Cowtown area, we had to settle for what is now remebered as the Mo-hell.
It was early in the morning before we found this dump ( i cant remeber the name or what small villiage it was in), 1 hour outside Calgary, packrats scurrying for cover as we pulled in, the lobby smelled like a bums nuts**k and the guy at counter was real gem as I remember. The floor of the room was slanted in all directions, the toilet seat cracked in several places and lashed together poorly with electricians tape. My mom thought we would all be dead before we hit the pancake breakfast back in town.
The Calgary International was a kings palace after a night at the Mo-hell.