Vama Veche is the place were I threw up standing for the first time...it isn't full of limos and "slick" guys, but it's the place were I swam head to head with the (in)famous used condoms.

Why am I telling you all these?...Well, we've just opened a Punk Rock Hotel in Vama Veche... We have, even if it's hard to belive, a bathroom for each of the 28 rooms, non stop hot water and music for all tastes, even live concerts (that depends on what lost folkist we find on the beach to put him in chains in front of the luxurious establishment).

Briefly ... come to us NOT to feel like home with your mom and dad.