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Date of purchase: 23 january 2016 Written: 29 january 2016 |
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Travel agency: (St. Petersburg) Service type: экскурсионный тур |
Guide - Elena Netesova. She has obvious mental problems.
Let me tell you right now, I am a newbie. Was in Finland for the 1st time on a similar tour. The bus was supposed to depart at 16.45 back from the city. Apparently, I mixed up the place where the bus should stop, and at 16.20 I started calling the guide to clarify the place of the stop.
And then it turned out that in Kotka there was very poor coverage, the phone did not catch. At 16.40 we phoned Elena, but she could not tell me where the bus was, although I told her exactly where I was standing on the square.
As a result, I got to the bus, and then Elena started yelling very loudly at the whole bus so that I would immediately give her 100 rubles right now. which she spent on calling me.
I explained that I also called her, tried to show the chronicle of calls on my mobile phone.
Elena defiantly refused to look. All the way to the Finnish border, she did not calm down: then she began to lament that she had spent 100 rubles.
when I called, she began to discuss my moral character with two other passengers, in whom she found sympathetic girlfriends.
I preferred to remain silent.
But at some point, Elena began to distribute business cards, which were to be filled out by all the participants of the tour, and then handed over to her. I politely declined. To this, Elena again began to yell about her hundred rubles. I said that if she did not leave me alone, I would write a review of her work on the Internet.
Elena yelled (she yelled, she didn't say): What will you write? What are you going to write there, huh?
I replied that when I write, then she will know.
Elena hung over me for some time (you know, it's scary when a size 64 body hangs over you) and loudly demanded to say that I would write about her.
In general, Elena did not calm down for a long time, she told me how everything in my life would be bad, and even worse.
By the way, she is very untidy, disheveled hair hanging in icicles.
I thought that she would at least comb her hair at the entrance to the border, but no such luck. Apparently, in Constanta they pay so little that the guides do not have enough not only for mobile communications, but also for shampoo and a comb.
Today, on January 29, a certain Marina Yuryevna called me and said, they say, how dare I complain about Elena? She didn’t give me a word to put in, she began to accuse me that, it turns out, I wished Elena Netesova dead, and the driver heard it, it turns out.
You know, I think that the entire staff of this firm is recruited in some kind of madhouse, and I, in general, got off lightly. I can imagine what will happen if some kind of long trip happens, or rather, I don’t even want to imagine.