Обман Deception

For many years we took tours on the Mediterranean coast of Europe, we decided to go to Turkey because of the covid. Never had such a bad holiday.
The vile deception arose from the very beginning, settled in another hotel, in a more beach hotel, here 36 ° 29.51. 48? N 30 ° 31.33. 12? E. As it turned out, the type of room "anex room" in terms of beach club pinara does not mean a room in some distant building, but on the territory of the hotel, as follows from the descriptions on the websites of travel agencies, this means settling in a completely different hotel, a kilometer from the reception and from territory of beach club pinara, 2 kilometers from the dining room and the beach of beach club pinara, in the middle of Tekirova. And the other hotel is not defined, the staff carefully concealed the fact that the hotel for their “anex room” is not the only one, they settle in a few more places in Tekirova, in a hostel here for example 36°30.00. 04? N 30°31.34. 32? E .
There is no information at the reception about the types of rooms at the beach club pinara hotel at all, the staff smiles diligently and does not understand anything. The hotel is dead, everything inside is falling apart. Air conditioners, plumbing, sockets, furniture as if from a trash can, the level as a result is below two stars, despite the fact that the beach club pinara for some reason is displayed on the sites even with 4 stars. Isn't it so expensive to change electrical sockets and screw fittings in the bathroom? The owners of the hotel are just stupid.

It took 3 days to install the proper safe in the room, it was installed only after an audience with the most important manager of the hotel, he knows how to smile best of all. Then more confusion and disassembly with the payment of the safe, for some reason, when paying, this is a different hotel and a different reception, not a beach club pinara. You need to pay only in cash, in American dollars, they don’t give checks in return, they hide from the tax. Lies and deceit.
If there is a reserve of nerves, roaming for 5 hours after a scandal involving a tour operator and a travel agency can be relocated to another hotel. Many tourists who came to the pinara beach club did this, personally observed the process at the reception.
The bungalows nearby look like change houses from a construction site, they are occupied by Turks with children who come by car, everyone is occupied, the state is also dead, half of the bungalows with broken storage water heaters, there is no hot water in them, the air conditioners are broken. 90 percent of the bungalows are either in the noise zone from the dining room or in the noise zone from the industrial air conditioners of the neighboring hotel.
Chickens, turkeys and cats walk around the territory, the only thing worth taking a selfie with. Any corner further than a meter from the paths on the territory has been turned into a garbage dump.

Beach - sand mixed with stones and cigarette butts. There are cobblestones in the surf zone, you need coral slippers. The beds are plastic, almost all are broken, there are not enough tourists for all. The beach is crowded, the density of bodies is like in Anapa. Further than 3 meters from the solar canopies, no one ever cleans up the trash. Round the clock, without interruption all day long, the noise from the imitation of the bar on the entire beach, at full volume, the endless boring primitive wretched pop Turkish Mouzon. Neighing Turks still walk along the beach with a boombox turned on at full volume with something national, they entertain the type. There will definitely be a few smokers of something smelly in the middle of the beach. Families allow their broods to shit right at the beds, even 2 meters to the trash can this redneck is not able to convey their shit. Boats with paratroopers ply along the buoys, diesel exhaust like from dump trucks to the entire beach, there is often a boat from a neighboring beach in the form of a GT-mobile with a very loud imitation of a motor, for car morons. When leaving the zone, the guards catch the bodies with a yellow pinara collar and deport them back. But the contingent on neighboring five-star beaches look the same, only collars of a different color.
The canteen is a separate issue. Always a line for hot, at least 40 minutes in line. Ripe fruits in the canteen only if you get on harvest days, apparently when green ones simply cannot be purchased. The rest of the soy food is as cheap as possible. The room successfully amplifies any sound, inside it is only with earplugs, perhaps, given that every Turk from the bungalow comes to eat piggy with a brood of sharply screaming children with noisy mothers. The families here at the tables and cigarettes stink, it’s good if not with themselves, sweat-soaked Muslim robes on ugly women. Table knives are a luxury, they are rare, the device is not familiar to the contingent. There are dozens of tables outside, not enough for everyone. There is an area for tables on the roof of the dining room, there are stairs, but they are not used, they have been turned into a garbage dump. The floor is always sticky, pieces of paper, pieces of food, cats are lying around, it is not considered necessary to wash the floors. Plastic chairs are dirty, you should definitely check before you sit down. I had to visit the catering department to satisfy hunger as quickly as possible, so as not to spoil the mood, close my eyes so as not to spoil the appetite. Diarrhea will be a must, stock up on loperamide.
The impression of the rest is disgusting, my foot will no longer be in this Turkey of yours. There is no beauty.