И вам там поравилось? And did you enjoy it there?

It seemed to start well, they were quickly delivered from the airport, and here we are at the reception... The Russian-speaking manager, there is such Anna (parents, why did you bring up such ugliness, it would be better to suffocate in the cradle), not wanting to communicate with us, she sent us to the Filipinos, with whom we, speaking in broken English, naturally didn’t understand anything that they explained to us, and with bowed heads went where they sent us. (By the way, only here I found out that there were 5 classes of rooms, and we were supposed to have a deluxe. the cheapest) The room lacks towels, dishes, a bidet and a clogged bath... They called again the same Anna, who in an angry and displeased voice, as if fighting off annoying flies, muttered, now we will send someone... They did not wait. . . Tired and disappointed, already regretting the considerable money spent on this trip, went to bed. . . This also turned out to be a problem, there was a mosque under the window and we woke up to every call of the muezzin to prayer. Somehow having slept, seeing the view from the window - a beautiful mosque, a road and a solid dump in addition to the named structures.
In general, in this hotel you are left to yourself, you can learn something from Russian-speaking neighbors or from the manager Dasha (like that was her name, a ray of light in the dark kingdom) Somehow they found out where the dining room is. This is the only place, well, even a hall with a violinist, which pulls in this hotel for 5. A varied selection of different, deliciously prepared dishes, freshly squeezed juice, excellent coffee. This is where the good ended. The beach is not your own, small, shallow and dirty, while you are taken there by bus, all the best places are marked with towels of local vacationers and you roast in the sun on the thin mattresses of the remaining sunbeds, getting sunburn instead of a golden tan. By the way, in a small storm, 4 people drowned there, their bodies lay in the sun for 5 hours right on the beach in front of the eyes of vacationers. Such is the rescue service on the waters in this "hotel". Travel agencies (in our case, Natalie and Alpha tours, these are members of the organized crime group, whose guides are instructed to take you not to the real sights of the country of your stay, but to places where supposedly branded goods, brands of this country, will be sold to you at exorbitant prices. The beauties of this country (UAE) are similar on a suddenly rich gold digger who bought everything the biggest, shiny and expensive. . . Well, the fountain at the Dubai Mall is a little impressive, I really liked the Atlantis Water Park.
The rudeness of the attendants is convulsive. He put two dollars - and glasses, and water, and towels, a dollar - half of what is needed is not available. If you call them, they stand, smile brazenly, saying that you don’t understand mine. And since they are not allowed to see women there (sharia), it is disgusting to think what they do on the beds of your women during cleaning, at least seeing their carnivorous looks becomes very disgusting. And taxi drivers there put on cleaner shoes than Moscow ones... So, slowly, our "vacation" ended. On the last evening I called the general manager, told him everything I think about his country, hotel and employees. He offered me a free dinner as an apology! Naturally, I advised him to shove it into a known place (Dasha stood nearby, I hope she explained to him where). Then for half an hour they could not get into the room, blocked in retaliation. Already without going anywhere, half asleep (and suddenly they won’t wake up), tired, but happy that we are finally leaving this lousy country of sands, camels and the nastiest monkeys in the world, having left the above-mentioned two banana tips, went down to the lobby to the bus. There was no bus, we were nervous, no one really explained anything to us, and finally, when he came up, we were. overjoyed, forgetting a number of packages, happy rushed to the airport. And taking off, not a bit sparing the things left behind, flying over the Persian Gulf, he maliciously and petty dreamed that the Persian Gulf would soon swallow up this oasis of wild dependents. And how happy we were to be at home, calm and self-respecting. And, compatriots, respect yourself, DO NOT FLY TO THE COUNTRY OF THE DESPECTIVE YOU, DO NOT FEED THEM, and in a couple of years they, again putting on loincloths, will earn on the sale of pearls extracted from the Gulf and cut each other's throats