Heatstroke Hotel

The pandemic; A forced respite for the overactive mind. Yikes!
Left in a state of miserable wanderlust, I reminisce longingly the times I spent hanging out at a semi-abandoned beachfront hotel boasting ridiculous panoramic views of the Indian ocean. Still sweating profusely, i wondered... “not a single soul to be seen, how is that correctly so?!”

Heatstroke Hotel came along;
The only hotel on a very hot, tropical, mysterious island named Yeahnahnesia
(yes, i even wrote a book about it)

Purchase the book here to find out about the island’s lore

On the hotel grounds, lay a very obscure souvenir shop featuring a collection of kooky tschotsckes, wonderous objects and oddities, a fine plethora of “too hot to handle” items.

“One could definitely say that gift shop was pimpin’! althought the hotel itself has seen better days and the lack of staff attention was quite appalling.”

Heatstroke Hotel stays fan only and is totally a vibe.

Killer Mike said “he’d fuck wit it”
We’re not kidding.