В Африку не через то место...... To Africa through the wrong place......

Lord! Being dissatisfied is an understatement. To lose our money paid for the tour, to be horrified by the holiday sold to us, to eat practically nothing because of the dirt in the kitchen and poor-quality products offered to the table, to see the port in the poorest country from the window and the low tide with a muddy bottom and rebars driven into it, and barrels, to live, counting the hours before departure from a country in which there is no tourism industry at all, as such - these are the sensations that the tour "To the fairyland of Djibouti" left, which was sold to us by A-class co. Lived in Kempinski. It's a pity, I had a good opinion about the hotel system, after visiting Djiboutian - I feel sick only at the mention of the network. "A-class" - wiring virtuosos. Beware of those who buy into "pink flamingos, children of the sunset", "dolphins", the beauty of Lake Lac-Assal. For a "peaceful holiday". There is no rest. There is survival in difficult conditions. Especially for this there are training military bases of the Spaniards, French, Americans. They are studying the possibility of fighting in the difficult conditions of the desert for subsequent shipment to Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq. Kempinski borders (through barbed wire) one of these bases. Tenderness is also caused by planes and submarines plowing the sea in front of you and the sky above you. The hotel was built for the opportunity to spend the night for families who came to the employees, who themselves served for leave (there is a casino and a bar where money is spent, there is nothing else to spend in the country) Giving such an assessment to all this, believe me, I am a longtime traveler, behind about 30 countries . I saw everything, extreme tour - wherever it went. But you can’t pay money for this as for a relaxation tour to a fabulous African country. The ruthless wiring of the company "A-class", which stands for its slogan "Couture holidays"! Peering into the landscapes on the site - know that you will be met by piles of garbage, flying clouds from bags and empty cola bottles, goats eating cardboard boxes and these bags and plastic bottles, and zombie-like people drinking the milk of these goats. I don't want to get too deep, because even the most shocking memories give me a lightning-fast gag reflex. Be carefull! Caution A-class! Beware Djibouti!