Мои ужасные воспоминания My terrible memories

Guys, I want to warn you and save you from the mistake that I made as recently as last summer, when I went to the beautiful resort of Abkhazia in the beautiful city of Gagra, to a terrible place called Aibga. I will be brief, because memories do not give any pleasure, only a shiver down the back;
From the view of the photo, the hotel is very attractive in a modern style a la Turkey or Egypt - new, the kingdom of glass, chrome and paving slabs; However, the attitude of the staff to their duties, or rather ignorance of the elementary rules of etiquette (for example, ignorance that a bag of the cheapest tea should not be brewed more than once and drink with this swill of their guests who bought tickets for not so little money) coupled with the desire to literally save on everything, even the change of bed linen, puts it in the category of the worst places I have ever lived.
The hotel itself is located on a picturesque mosquito swamp, mosquitoes will rest in your room for 10 days on an equal footing with you, and when you want to take a breath of fresh air by opening the window (the air conditioner does not supply you with fresh air, but constantly drives some kind of mustiness, towels and swimming trunks refuse to dry with the windows closed) and as soon as you open the window, a certain number of relatives of those mosquitoes who have already lived with you for a long time and to which you are already accustomed to as relatives (by blood) immediately settle in for permanent residence. Despite the fact that the hotel building consists of 5 floors with fairly spacious flights of stairs, the elevator, apparently, had not yet been invented at the time of its construction, thus. if you forgot your sunglasses in your room and have the misfortune to live on the top floor, you are provided with an easy jog... In short, congratulations, during the holidays this up and down road will be beaten by you and cursed in the 7th knee, just like I was a year ago, due to the constantly arising need for something to plunge into the room, for example, go to the toilet, or change clothes, take some things, do not go around packed all the time for all occasions. There is a plus in this - running up the stairs (or you can go to breakfast in full beach ammunition: in a mask, in a tube, with a mattress at the ready and a bumbinton armpit) after breakfast for beach personal belongings, you will lose those extra pounds that, of course, have accumulated at home, because. to. food in this hotel is akin to a kindergarten menu (in terms of total mass, not in terms of assortment, of course) and is designed only for you to have enough strength after 10 days of fasting and physical exertion, interrupted by sleepless nights with a buzz in your ears and oxygen starvation, take your emaciated body outside the hotel, entrusting it to the caring and benevolent Abkhazian People (this is not a joke, the friendliness of the Abkhazians is on top). Again, taxi drivers are often found among Abkhazians - they are no different from their northern clones, do not trust them.

So, more about nutrition: I mention the re-brewed bags that so struck my imagination once again... This is unforgettable... The expression on the face of the waiter girl is unforgettable: “what's wrong with that ?! ”
After the first 2 days of humble expectation of fruit at least in one of the meals, and after the subsequent 3 days of scandals with the head of the dining room, on the 6th day they gave us an apple for lunch, but they were served with such a look, that I still feel obligated to something... There are also advantages to such food, for example, after breakfast consisting of a small bowl of pasta porridge (do not make such eyes, I myself did not suspect the existence of such a delicacy, apparently it is prepared by repeatedly heating -cooling-evaporating milk soup), a slice of stale bread, and a couple of ordinary cookies without butter, you can easily swim in the azure Abkhazian Black Sea (not to be confused with the Crappy Sochi Black Sea), the stomach will not pull you to the bottom... And after dinner , provided that you have time for it, because the staff hurrying home clears the tables with lightning speed (well, sorry, those who didn’t have time, they were late), so after dinner consisting of buckwheat with a couple of pieces of liver, and of course bread (! ) You can go to cafes with pleasure, which there is a mass here, and trying any national dishes, even the most high-calorie ones, dinner will not interfere with this at all... Just don’t go to a cafe that is located directly opposite the military registration and enlistment office (Aibga hotel is located behind the military registration and enlistment office) across the road, there was a not very pleasant case when the waiter (some then a girl in dirty-gray clothes) apparently without understanding our gastronomic preferences brought us coffee, in which the carcass of the Abkhazian cockroach, painfully killed by boiling water, floated imperceptibly under the foam! When my friend took his body out of the scalding drink with a teaspoon, his mustache, intertwined with his legs and arms (and other limbs), drooped pessimistically, as if encouraging her for the good habit of stirring the drink with a spoon before dipping her mouth into it. After a small skirmish, we were nevertheless returned our hard-earned pennies, but in general, the administration of this cafe insistently offered to replace the drink by pouring it from the same kettle into the same cup;
In general (I was in Abkhazia for the 1st time), I liked the country very much, but I did NOT like the hotel very much. I think you can avoid similar problems if you settle with private traders in temporary huts. Excuse me, it was not possible to be brief, and I do not pretend to be related to talent.