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I put this review at the request of a visitor to this site under the name - SNILA, which reminded me of the promise in MY review - * ARAB AND ARAB HORSE HOTEL ** AL Mas Palace 5 *** to post this review. I'm sorry, I completely forgot. I'm leaving for foreign sites, but as old friends who instructed me the minuses, I WILL PLEASE YOU WITH REVIEWS ABOUT SAVITA 5 * HOTEL, THERE WILL BE ANNOUNCEMENT TO THESE REVIEWS. BUT ABOUT HOTEL AL Mas PALACE 5 *. A hotel with a very large area, just huge! Beach on the open sea, not a lagoon, not a ditch as in the neighboring LILU. In such a large GOLDEN 5, which consists of 5 hotels, vacationers and staff simply lose touch with each other and there is no universal friendship like in small hotels, where on the second day all the staff know you and make friends. Lots of greens, just take as much as you want in the bars, surprisingly, but I don’t think I saw drunken Russians, you can eat in any hotel restaurant. The main building with a pompous dining room and a 20 meters chandelier!
(500 meters from the sea) In Emerald the restaurant is like in the basement, it's always cool but there are a lot of tables, everything is beautiful, but I repeat a lot of tables, how they all sit down there! In DIAMOND, everything is simpler, but only there were always toothpicks. And here is our ALMAS PALACE, one side of the restaurant overlooking the sea, on the second floor, we always tried to take a table overlooking the sea, noticing that one waiter always left his phone on our favorite table and when he saw us, he escorted us to the table, intercepted on the go our dishes that we carried, loudly speaking * THIS IS YOU TO ME! ? * and he himself brought it all to the table. One day, sitting down at a table, we pointed to a wet chair at our table, he took the next one with a smile and set it for us, asking us *Everything about. Kay? ! * His senior in the hall made comments to him, as we understood, so that he would work more and not spin around us. He smiled at him, said something and everything started all over again.
Once, with delight, he told us that he had seen us at night in HURGHADA on the balcony of the EL JOKER fish restaurant, accurately described us that night, to our question what he was doing at night on this street, why didn’t he come up to us? He said * I WENT TO FITNESS EXERCISES! ! *, seeing our enthusiastic faces from such words, he clearly experienced a buzz! When he left, Natalie asked *Do you think he really goes to the gym? * *Maybe his local cops drove him down this street and he couldn't stop! * I said. We burst out laughing! $ 1 was always his, sometimes in the evenings he was not there and his friend was already waiting for us, $ 1 also went to a friend. For dinner, we came in something from the classics, the people were dressed in slippers and shorts, the male gender in such outfits! In some kind of fagot ...striped Chinese T-shirts and shorts, a complete Cherkiz is a bazaar! If the female sex was still tolerable, then the male sex just sucks!
We did not understand the cleaning of the rooms, every other day or every day.
We had a regular cleaner MUHAMMED, a guy of about 22 years old, pitch black, always smiling. Since we settled in a cool room with the story told in the first part, we had a special respect even which we did not demand. On the first day, we immediately left $ 1 for cleaning, on the 2nd day, leaving the room, he was already standing with his cart at our door asking to clean it or not, having received an answer that today it’s not necessary, he didn’t have time to get sad as passing by they put $ 1 in him, it was clear that he was very surprised. The next day they left $ 1 and a candy, everything disappeared, but there were no swans. Leaving the beach in the morning, I asked *Where are the swans* and walked past him, to his surprise he did not receive $ 1. Natalie asked * Why offended the imp? * Returning from the beach, we saw the devil cleaning our hall, who, when he saw us, turned away slyly and then broke into a smile. Going into the room saw swans, CLASS!
Looking out into the hall, I saw our imp, who was watching, waiting for the verdict, I called and gave him $ 1, he broke into a smile. He cleaned when we say, but he received $ 1 every day, well, they just couldn’t help but give him so we liked this imp! Once everything ended in the bar, a call to the reception, *Now everything will be delivered, wait 2 minutes* as we were about to leave, we were sitting in the hall and suddenly I see our little imp walking through the glass, carrying a full box on his shoulder with different bottles, going into the hall and when he saw us, he began to walk so heavily, looking at us. *Is it for us? * I asked, in response to a nod from the tired head of our imp. I gave him $ 1, he immediately merrily ran to the 3rd floor. But one night, his happiness was that he was not around.
Arriving at night from Hurghada, we blissfully stretched out our legs and I reached for cognac, taking out the bottle, I saw that the cork stopper was filled to the end and there was a crystal lid on top, which the other day voluntarily separated from the cork, no way to drink, no way to open! I had to get dressed and go to the reception. Opened. The refrigerator does not close back, a call to the reception, the master came at 3 a. m. and removed the ice, got $ 1 and left. Before leaving, the doorbell rings, we collect things, open it, our MUKHAMED stands with a package and holds out something in the package saying *THIS IS FOR YOU! * I opened the package right on the doorstep, AND THERE IS A BIG STATUE OF A CUTE BLACK CAT! Realizing that this was a gift to us, I called NATALIE, seeing such a gift and seeing the bewildered face of our imp, Natalie said with delight MUHAMMED! LET'S I KISS YOU ON THE CHEEK! Awkwardly turning his cheek, he departed with delight.
So now this kitty is standing with us in MOSCOW, in the lobby of the apartment, reminding us of our Egyptian imp.
All the time they gave us something, when leaving the building, an alley of flowers grows, and in the heat of the day a worker looked after her, the workers there are like a lower caste, they are always silent, do not affect anyone, they do their work, in my opinion, this is the only one who does not want to you $. Passing by him, in order to somehow smooth out such injustice, NATALIE and I always made a welcome gesture with our hands, greeted him in Arabic, asked, passing in Arabic, how are you. He lowered his head and continued to work. And then one day, returning in the heat from lunch, we saw that he was still busy with work in the heat, moving away from him, we barely heard a quiet speech in French *MADAM, SORRY*, we turned around, a worker stood in front of us, who, without raising his eyes, held out NATALIE bouquet of flowers. He looked confused, maybe these were the first flowers that he gave to a woman.
Seeing his embarrassment and desire to leave, I clapped my hands to welcome such an act, NATALIE expressed admiration and shook his hand, I could not figure out giving him $ 1 or he would be offended, because it was felt that it was from the heart. Nevertheless, I handed him $ 1, he did not take it, but I shoved $ to him and he took it, in my opinion poverty overpowered him, he immediately left, and this bunch stood with us, and we no longer saw this worker, how didn't try.
Continued in 3 parts.
Not a big R. S. They ask why there is so little about the hotels themselves, I answer - I'm not a commission that goes with checks, I don't write about SPA, FRA, how to take food out of a restaurant, how to take away towels in revenge. I write about people, about my relationships, about the customs of this country, about events and adventures with us, how we perceived it all and of course not much about hotels.
(500 meters from the sea) In Emerald the restaurant is like in the basement, it's always cool but there are a lot of tables, everything is beautiful, but I repeat a lot of tables, how they all sit down there! In DIAMOND, everything is simpler, but only there were always toothpicks. And here is our ALMAS PALACE, one side of the restaurant overlooking the sea, on the second floor, we always tried to take a table overlooking the sea, noticing that one waiter always left his phone on our favorite table and when he saw us, he escorted us to the table, intercepted on the go our dishes that we carried, loudly speaking * THIS IS YOU TO ME! ? * and he himself brought it all to the table. One day, sitting down at a table, we pointed to a wet chair at our table, he took the next one with a smile and set it for us, asking us *Everything about. Kay? ! * His senior in the hall made comments to him, as we understood, so that he would work more and not spin around us. He smiled at him, said something and everything started all over again.
Once, with delight, he told us that he had seen us at night in HURGHADA on the balcony of the EL JOKER fish restaurant, accurately described us that night, to our question what he was doing at night on this street, why didn’t he come up to us? He said * I WENT TO FITNESS EXERCISES! ! *, seeing our enthusiastic faces from such words, he clearly experienced a buzz! When he left, Natalie asked *Do you think he really goes to the gym? * *Maybe his local cops drove him down this street and he couldn't stop! * I said. We burst out laughing! $ 1 was always his, sometimes in the evenings he was not there and his friend was already waiting for us, $ 1 also went to a friend. For dinner, we came in something from the classics, the people were dressed in slippers and shorts, the male gender in such outfits! In some kind of fagot ...striped Chinese T-shirts and shorts, a complete Cherkiz is a bazaar! If the female sex was still tolerable, then the male sex just sucks!
We did not understand the cleaning of the rooms, every other day or every day.
We had a regular cleaner MUHAMMED, a guy of about 22 years old, pitch black, always smiling. Since we settled in a cool room with the story told in the first part, we had a special respect even which we did not demand. On the first day, we immediately left $ 1 for cleaning, on the 2nd day, leaving the room, he was already standing with his cart at our door asking to clean it or not, having received an answer that today it’s not necessary, he didn’t have time to get sad as passing by they put $ 1 in him, it was clear that he was very surprised. The next day they left $ 1 and a candy, everything disappeared, but there were no swans. Leaving the beach in the morning, I asked *Where are the swans* and walked past him, to his surprise he did not receive $ 1. Natalie asked * Why offended the imp? * Returning from the beach, we saw the devil cleaning our hall, who, when he saw us, turned away slyly and then broke into a smile. Going into the room saw swans, CLASS!
Looking out into the hall, I saw our imp, who was watching, waiting for the verdict, I called and gave him $ 1, he broke into a smile. He cleaned when we say, but he received $ 1 every day, well, they just couldn’t help but give him so we liked this imp! Once everything ended in the bar, a call to the reception, *Now everything will be delivered, wait 2 minutes* as we were about to leave, we were sitting in the hall and suddenly I see our little imp walking through the glass, carrying a full box on his shoulder with different bottles, going into the hall and when he saw us, he began to walk so heavily, looking at us. *Is it for us? * I asked, in response to a nod from the tired head of our imp. I gave him $ 1, he immediately merrily ran to the 3rd floor. But one night, his happiness was that he was not around.
Arriving at night from Hurghada, we blissfully stretched out our legs and I reached for cognac, taking out the bottle, I saw that the cork stopper was filled to the end and there was a crystal lid on top, which the other day voluntarily separated from the cork, no way to drink, no way to open! I had to get dressed and go to the reception. Opened. The refrigerator does not close back, a call to the reception, the master came at 3 a. m. and removed the ice, got $ 1 and left. Before leaving, the doorbell rings, we collect things, open it, our MUKHAMED stands with a package and holds out something in the package saying *THIS IS FOR YOU! * I opened the package right on the doorstep, AND THERE IS A BIG STATUE OF A CUTE BLACK CAT! Realizing that this was a gift to us, I called NATALIE, seeing such a gift and seeing the bewildered face of our imp, Natalie said with delight MUHAMMED! LET'S I KISS YOU ON THE CHEEK! Awkwardly turning his cheek, he departed with delight.
So now this kitty is standing with us in MOSCOW, in the lobby of the apartment, reminding us of our Egyptian imp.
All the time they gave us something, when leaving the building, an alley of flowers grows, and in the heat of the day a worker looked after her, the workers there are like a lower caste, they are always silent, do not affect anyone, they do their work, in my opinion, this is the only one who does not want to you $. Passing by him, in order to somehow smooth out such injustice, NATALIE and I always made a welcome gesture with our hands, greeted him in Arabic, asked, passing in Arabic, how are you. He lowered his head and continued to work. And then one day, returning in the heat from lunch, we saw that he was still busy with work in the heat, moving away from him, we barely heard a quiet speech in French *MADAM, SORRY*, we turned around, a worker stood in front of us, who, without raising his eyes, held out NATALIE bouquet of flowers. He looked confused, maybe these were the first flowers that he gave to a woman.
Seeing his embarrassment and desire to leave, I clapped my hands to welcome such an act, NATALIE expressed admiration and shook his hand, I could not figure out giving him $ 1 or he would be offended, because it was felt that it was from the heart. Nevertheless, I handed him $ 1, he did not take it, but I shoved $ to him and he took it, in my opinion poverty overpowered him, he immediately left, and this bunch stood with us, and we no longer saw this worker, how didn't try.
Continued in 3 parts.
Not a big R. S. They ask why there is so little about the hotels themselves, I answer - I'm not a commission that goes with checks, I don't write about SPA, FRA, how to take food out of a restaurant, how to take away towels in revenge. I write about people, about my relationships, about the customs of this country, about events and adventures with us, how we perceived it all and of course not much about hotels.
Translated automatically from Russian. View original
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