Фиговый отель! Fig hotel!

When choosing something, I try to focus on claims, so I will focus on them. Upon arrival, they asked to be placed in a quieter room, as a result, they settled in a room where it probably could not be noisier. The road under the windows themselves, along which trucks, steam locomotives, and personnel on mopeds drove every minute. Near the booth with some buzzing pumps. Plus a restaurant opposite with hoods and a fountain. . . The room is extremely shabby (see photo), the equipment is ancient, barely alive. Villa 45. After about 10 minutes, the Russian-speaking manager from the reception called and asked if he liked the room, after a negative answer, he began to mutter something in Spanish. He was no longer at the reception that evening) The next day he said that he could not help in any way, there were no other rooms. It is pointless to give money, it does not solve anything. He offered to apply tomorrow and began to forget the Russian language, and then, in general, hide. Tomorrow the story repeated itself, and at night water flowed from the ceiling, right into the bed (I quote: "Costs of the second floor"))). The day after tomorrow we turned to the operator and Alla appeared (also a Russian-speaking manager). They gave me a room in villa 19. Who knows, next to villas 17.18, 19.20, 21. . . there is a pumping station that roars around the clock on the floor of the hotel! In the 19th, this roar is already heard not so loudly (the windows are on the opposite side), and the number is more or less. Remained. As it turned out later, in this hotel there are 30 percent of bad rooms, people are queuing for a replacement. They settle in the worst rooms "for a sucker. " The road passes directly between the villas and under the windows of most rooms. Smoke, noise and stench are constant! In general, there is a feeling that you are on the territory of the plant, everything is buzzing, it stinks, a lot of transport, people are pushing along the roadsides. On the penultimate day, they forgot to close the safe, and, of course, they stole a hundred from the wallet. Of course, this is our fault) The bar was replenished every other day. Apparently because of the swamp in the park, there are mosquitoes, not very many, but in the evening you can’t sit on the balcony much, all your legs are bitten. Were last year in Palladium Bavrro (nearby, through one), there was no such problem. In general, I liked the last Palladium Bavarro very much, there weren’t all these problems, but they wanted better, they really regretted it.