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Dear friends, my beloved and I rested in this "wonderful" hotel in April 2014. I will try to tell about our impressions in an artistic style. I'll start from afar, from the airport. This is for those who fly to Egypt for the first time, as it happened to us. So, I have not seen a worse airport. We are talking about the airport in Hurghada. It looks like a large shed with a hint of a tent, because in some places, looking up, where the ceiling should be, you can see an awning stretched over a palm tree. In addition, there are many shops with souvenirs inside, just like on the streets. Dirty, not organized, a lot of queues, and "hemorrhoids" with visas - this is generally a separate chapter in this novel. For all the time that Egypt has been a strong tourist center, he could have improved the pass system for the entry of tourists a long time ago. A visa is bought in one place, shown in another, a separate form is filled out, which no one really reads.
They probably heat the stoves with these receipts afterwards. The guides of the meeting operators are shouting around and annoying employees are pestering you, offering to issue a visa for +5$ faster. In general, covers a slight panic. And that is not all. The bulk of Egyptian tourists are Russians, about 90% of them, including at the airport. Of course, I understand that most of those who read this review are just Russians. And I, a Ukrainian, am writing these lines not to offend anyone, but to make you, Russians, think about it. So, the Russians, apparently, consider themselves the masters of the planet and the descendants of the gods, because when they come to any resort, they think that they have come to their own apartment. They don’t notice anyone around when they need something or somewhere, they may not say hello, push, be rude, they talk to local staff on YOU, they drink (a lot! ). I think if hotels bottled cologne, they would drink it too.
Russians also love to get sunburnt. I think this is their favorite. Moreover, not just burn, but burn somehow in stripes or lying on one side. And also these swimming trunks that are the same for all men, similar to underpants! Are they bought in the same market for 1 ruble? People, look at yourself! The women are all big, very big with lots of cellulite. And it is these women who pile a bunch of sweets on their plate, saying to themselves something like “well, I was going to go on a diet by the sea, but how can you sit down when there are so many delicious things. ” Russian men are always with huge bellies. They themselves can be with thin arms, legs and a weak back, but the belly is huge anyway. Can you imagine how a poor back can keep such a stomach all the time? They probably think that the belly emphasizes the status of a respectable Russian. Well, yes, there is so much to eat and drink - of course you will grow a belly. They eat to kill. Basically what they are used to at home.
It would seem, take fruits, maybe you have never tried any of them, honey baklava, very tasty soups... But no, you need to pile pasta in one plate, french fries in another and be sure to have more bread. I could go on for a long time, but I still want to talk about the hotel. Therefore, I just want to ask the Russians who read what I wrote. Dear ones, now you see what other tourists think of you. Work on yourself, behave decently, be modest and, most importantly, it is not necessary to go on vacation to a place where there will be a bunch of your own compatriots. Take a break from your company. My advice to you, take a ballpoint pen on the road! It certainly won't be redundant.
A minibus was waiting for us at the exit of the terminal. We sat down and drove off. Very friendly guide in the front seat. He spoke good Russian. He told a lot of things, but in recent days we realized that not everything needed to be believed.
Think with your head too. We were brought to the hotel around 8:00 local time. The hotel reception is a separate two-story building that looks like a large stall from the street. We applied for check-in, left our suitcases and went to have breakfast, as we were told to wait until 14:00. They fed in a neighboring building, exactly the same large two-story stall. Inside, it looked like an ordinary Soviet canteen with a crowd of Russians and their children. In general, this hotel can be safely called a family! Youth do not poke your foot in there! There is everything for active youth recreation, but there is no youth itself. Water slides, diving, golf, disco, screaming all night, but no youth with fire during the day!
After eating, we returned to the reception and, to be honest, perseverance is rewarded. I approached several times to find out if any room was ready, and got my way. We checked in around 12:00.
In general, on the territory where our hotel was located,
there were 5 or 7 hotels of this chain. That is, the territory is huge with one large common beach. Hotels were divided into private buildings and small bungalows. We got a small two-story building with about 12 rooms. Our room is on the first floor. A bulky wooden door with a poorly turning handle, that is, we did not get there right away. Inside the walls, everyone is shabby, as if they were beaten by March cats. The bathroom is small with white towels dark from time to time, poisonous light. There is a very small kinescope TV in the room, showing all the channels with "snow" (there are 2 in Russian). Old worn out furniture. Bed out of old Stephen King horror movies, big, hard with wood frame. I will dwell on it. The bedspread with which she was covered was with a burnt hole from a cigarette, the bedding showed that it was more than a dozen years old, and if I'm wrong and they are relatively new,
then he was tormented by some wild animals with sharp teeth. The main horror was the subtly affecting the brain stench emanating from the wall at the head of the bed, as if a corpse was hidden under it. Remember the scene with the corpse under the bed from Tarantino's Four Rooms? Well, we thought the same. Next is the lighting. It is the only one in the room and not on the ceiling, but in the form of a floor lamp standing far from the bed, barely breathing, which, not least, is connected to the only outlet in the room. That is, if you need to charge your phone, electric shaver or something else, you will have to do it without light. Even in the room, the door to the balcony did not open well, where there were two shabby wicker dirty chairs and the same table. When we were about to go to the beach and put valuables in the safe (it's there! ), it turned out to be closed and did not give in to any attempts to open it. We called the reception and asked to send someone to sort it out.
In response, we were told "Drasite, my friend, be with you in a minute... ". We played a game of cards. The friend didn't show up. We called again - “A friend has already gone to you. 2 minutes... ". We played a few more games. A friend never came, and we called, 6 times and in total, waited about an hour, then left. The hit of our room was a tightly closed huge wooden door leading to the next room. Through it, absolutely everything that happened with the neighbors was heard, even if they spoke in a completely calm voice. Accordingly, I think we were also heard. So, dear lovebirds, if you do not give a damn about the elementary principles of morality, you will have to forget about making love in your room during your vacation. It's good that we got some grandmothers as neighbors who talked only about TV shows and shops. Imagine if it were drunk men and girls,
that we will now be fed in a secret restaurant for the Germans, and we will live in another room, such as a VIP super-luxury suite, almost Michael Jackson himself stayed there. It made us happy, of course. The next day we brought things to the reception, waited for the porter and he went with us to show the new mansions. Or rather, he showed me their preliminary and the next room too, so that I could choose. The rooms were in a small bungalow this time, detached for 6-8 rooms on one floor. The difference between the first and second of those shown was only in one large bed and two separate ones. I chose one. When my soul mate and my things came to check in, we realized that nothing much had changed. This VIP room was the same as our first one, just bigger. There was still the same connecting door between the rooms, through which everything was heard, the same dark towels, the shabby, sometimes torn bed,
very dirty chairs on the balcony (we never sat on them), the light turned on at the front door at all, but lit up in the opposite corner by the bed, that is, before going to bed, we had to feel by touch how to get to the bed after turning it off. The safe this time was ok. But there were a lot of new nuances, sometimes absurd, sometimes bringing us to hysterical laughter. For example, a toilet. It was of better quality than the previous one, but if you go to it "for the most part", then nothing merges later, especially if the chair is hard. First, we poured up to 20 times, so that somehow at least something was gone, and then I brilliantly came up with the idea of pushing everything through with a brush. Remembering the story with the safe, we decided not to call for help from the reception. Further, in the bathroom, the same poisonous light. Two separate bulbs above the mirror shone, but one of them dangled from the wires. And in the room on the ceiling, again, there were traces of the cats I have already mentioned. In other words,
someone hit the ceiling. And when I asked the porter why, they say, so, he, noticeably hesitating, replied that there would be a chandelier, and this was just the beginning of preparations for pulling the cable. The TV was already better. Still the same small and with "snow", but not a kinescope, but an LCD.
Separately, it is necessary to highlight the story with mosquitoes. During the day, the entire green area of the hotel is watered with very smelly technical water, which in some places, especially near trees, then does not soak into the ground for a long time. One such tree grew right under our windows. Almost every day there formed an evening swamp and, accordingly, a feast for mosquitoes. Realizing this, we opened the balcony door, which was heavy and very poorly closing, just a little bit and covered the opening with dirty curtains and tulle. But still, it was not possible to protect oneself from all mosquitoes. At night, when we slept, and the conversations of the neighbors through the door subsided, the mosquitoes made themselves felt.
But you will be surprised, they never bit us! Their goal was to morally destroy us with their squeak. That is, you sleep, then you start to wake up a little, realizing that it is buzzing somewhere above you, and you start, like a blind mole, waving your arms above your head, trying to hit it. After 10-20 minutes of trying, you realize that it is useless and somehow fall asleep. This may happen several times during the night.
We also went on a trip to Luxor once. We wanted to go to the Pyramids, but we were told that they don't take us there now. It was necessary to wake up early and in such cases the manager usually calls from the reception and wakes up, reminds. So I had to get up around 4:00. The phone rings. I pick up and in the receiver I hear the voice of the manager and another person from the next room. That is, the phone is switched to two numbers, and if they wake up some residents, they will wake up the second ones.
Perhaps we will return to the number a little later,
In the meantime, I want to talk about other features of the hotel. A good plus was that there were 5-7 hotels of the same chain on the same territory. I already mentioned this. Each of them has its own restaurant. During the day, one could eat at any of these restaurants during the last hour of its operation. Each of them had its own characteristics. Somewhere they gave strawberries, somewhere very tasty kozinaki, and somewhere cool cheeses. It used to be that we went around three places for dinner and ate “from the belly”. Yes, we have learned not to collect, like most, a bunch of food and then not eat it up. We took only what we could eat and did not even pay attention to the rule of the last hour. They don't follow it closely. In general, the food was excellent. And that's not counting the fact that, in addition to the main ones, there were also special restaurants on the territory with Ala-carte appointments, in which you had to register yourself at the reception through an i-box device. By the way, getting there was not realistic.
Accordingly, the policy of the party was explained to the old women, they say, you occupied our Ukrainian Crimea, and we are your sunbeds. The grandmothers are gone. But here is just the opportunity to bring you, dear readers, to one of the biggest problems, probably, of all of Egypt. We are talking about the local population working in the field of tourism, namely, people offering any goods or services. If it weren't for them, I think Egypt could have fallen in love with grief in half and traveled there regularly. So, these Egyptians-offers are distinguished by a rare and very high degree of stickiness! Again, I repeat that we were in this country for the first time, so we were surprised, although we heard a lot about this feature of the local population. So, imagine that you hardly won your sunbed, finally, lay down on the beach, bask in the sun and just close your eyes, as a swarthy body hangs over you and says “Hello friend! ",
Well, of course, they dress their own in such a way that only one eye is visible. As a result, even if a female tourist is crooked, lame, big, small, fat, thin, old, too young, a self-respecting Egyptian will not miss the opportunity to give her attention. Even pregnant women are no exception! I personally saw some stranger standing next to the chef in line for a daytime beach pizza, smiling at a pregnant woman and reaching out to touch her hand, as if she were not from this planet.
But as much as possible about the bad. There were also positive moments. There were great water slides near the pool. So cool that everyone rode from young to old. Although they did not work according to the schedule, namely, they closed earlier than expected and took some incomprehensible breaks at lunchtime.
Even on the territory of all hotels rides train Tuf-Taf. It both entertains local vacationers and delivers tourists living in distant hotels closer to the sea.
We rode, like a child liked it.
We played mini golf. Very cool, but the tracks are gouged and worn.
Before I forget, I'll tell you more about excursions. In no case do not agree to a sightseeing tour of Hurghada from the hotel. Such excursions are aimed solely at extracting more money from tourists when visiting allegedly unique factories, factories and shops for the production of oils, soaps, perfumes, cheap branded clothes and much more. First, the guide tells you that the average salary of an Egyptian is 150-200 dollars a month, and then it turns out that at a super high-quality and most importantly cheap plant, an average bottle of black cumin oil, which heals everything, even something that has not yet been discovered, costs only 45 dollars. Well, tell me, where is the connection? What Egyptian would give half or a third of his salary for oil? Only gullible tourist! Overall,
fun and full of adventure. He charged me with positive for the next few working months. My girlfriend has the same opinion. And all because when you are next to your loved one, everything is magical! I do not regret anything.
They probably heat the stoves with these receipts afterwards. The guides of the meeting operators are shouting around and annoying employees are pestering you, offering to issue a visa for +5$ faster. In general, covers a slight panic. And that is not all. The bulk of Egyptian tourists are Russians, about 90% of them, including at the airport. Of course, I understand that most of those who read this review are just Russians. And I, a Ukrainian, am writing these lines not to offend anyone, but to make you, Russians, think about it. So, the Russians, apparently, consider themselves the masters of the planet and the descendants of the gods, because when they come to any resort, they think that they have come to their own apartment. They don’t notice anyone around when they need something or somewhere, they may not say hello, push, be rude, they talk to local staff on YOU, they drink (a lot! ). I think if hotels bottled cologne, they would drink it too.
Russians also love to get sunburnt. I think this is their favorite. Moreover, not just burn, but burn somehow in stripes or lying on one side. And also these swimming trunks that are the same for all men, similar to underpants! Are they bought in the same market for 1 ruble? People, look at yourself! The women are all big, very big with lots of cellulite. And it is these women who pile a bunch of sweets on their plate, saying to themselves something like “well, I was going to go on a diet by the sea, but how can you sit down when there are so many delicious things. ” Russian men are always with huge bellies. They themselves can be with thin arms, legs and a weak back, but the belly is huge anyway. Can you imagine how a poor back can keep such a stomach all the time? They probably think that the belly emphasizes the status of a respectable Russian. Well, yes, there is so much to eat and drink - of course you will grow a belly. They eat to kill. Basically what they are used to at home.
It would seem, take fruits, maybe you have never tried any of them, honey baklava, very tasty soups... But no, you need to pile pasta in one plate, french fries in another and be sure to have more bread. I could go on for a long time, but I still want to talk about the hotel. Therefore, I just want to ask the Russians who read what I wrote. Dear ones, now you see what other tourists think of you. Work on yourself, behave decently, be modest and, most importantly, it is not necessary to go on vacation to a place where there will be a bunch of your own compatriots. Take a break from your company. My advice to you, take a ballpoint pen on the road! It certainly won't be redundant.
A minibus was waiting for us at the exit of the terminal. We sat down and drove off. Very friendly guide in the front seat. He spoke good Russian. He told a lot of things, but in recent days we realized that not everything needed to be believed.
Think with your head too. We were brought to the hotel around 8:00 local time. The hotel reception is a separate two-story building that looks like a large stall from the street. We applied for check-in, left our suitcases and went to have breakfast, as we were told to wait until 14:00. They fed in a neighboring building, exactly the same large two-story stall. Inside, it looked like an ordinary Soviet canteen with a crowd of Russians and their children. In general, this hotel can be safely called a family! Youth do not poke your foot in there! There is everything for active youth recreation, but there is no youth itself. Water slides, diving, golf, disco, screaming all night, but no youth with fire during the day!
After eating, we returned to the reception and, to be honest, perseverance is rewarded. I approached several times to find out if any room was ready, and got my way. We checked in around 12:00.
In general, on the territory where our hotel was located,
there were 5 or 7 hotels of this chain. That is, the territory is huge with one large common beach. Hotels were divided into private buildings and small bungalows. We got a small two-story building with about 12 rooms. Our room is on the first floor. A bulky wooden door with a poorly turning handle, that is, we did not get there right away. Inside the walls, everyone is shabby, as if they were beaten by March cats. The bathroom is small with white towels dark from time to time, poisonous light. There is a very small kinescope TV in the room, showing all the channels with "snow" (there are 2 in Russian). Old worn out furniture. Bed out of old Stephen King horror movies, big, hard with wood frame. I will dwell on it. The bedspread with which she was covered was with a burnt hole from a cigarette, the bedding showed that it was more than a dozen years old, and if I'm wrong and they are relatively new,
then he was tormented by some wild animals with sharp teeth. The main horror was the subtly affecting the brain stench emanating from the wall at the head of the bed, as if a corpse was hidden under it. Remember the scene with the corpse under the bed from Tarantino's Four Rooms? Well, we thought the same. Next is the lighting. It is the only one in the room and not on the ceiling, but in the form of a floor lamp standing far from the bed, barely breathing, which, not least, is connected to the only outlet in the room. That is, if you need to charge your phone, electric shaver or something else, you will have to do it without light. Even in the room, the door to the balcony did not open well, where there were two shabby wicker dirty chairs and the same table. When we were about to go to the beach and put valuables in the safe (it's there! ), it turned out to be closed and did not give in to any attempts to open it. We called the reception and asked to send someone to sort it out.
In response, we were told "Drasite, my friend, be with you in a minute... ". We played a game of cards. The friend didn't show up. We called again - “A friend has already gone to you. 2 minutes... ". We played a few more games. A friend never came, and we called, 6 times and in total, waited about an hour, then left. The hit of our room was a tightly closed huge wooden door leading to the next room. Through it, absolutely everything that happened with the neighbors was heard, even if they spoke in a completely calm voice. Accordingly, I think we were also heard. So, dear lovebirds, if you do not give a damn about the elementary principles of morality, you will have to forget about making love in your room during your vacation. It's good that we got some grandmothers as neighbors who talked only about TV shows and shops. Imagine if it were drunk men and girls,
that we will now be fed in a secret restaurant for the Germans, and we will live in another room, such as a VIP super-luxury suite, almost Michael Jackson himself stayed there. It made us happy, of course. The next day we brought things to the reception, waited for the porter and he went with us to show the new mansions. Or rather, he showed me their preliminary and the next room too, so that I could choose. The rooms were in a small bungalow this time, detached for 6-8 rooms on one floor. The difference between the first and second of those shown was only in one large bed and two separate ones. I chose one. When my soul mate and my things came to check in, we realized that nothing much had changed. This VIP room was the same as our first one, just bigger. There was still the same connecting door between the rooms, through which everything was heard, the same dark towels, the shabby, sometimes torn bed,
very dirty chairs on the balcony (we never sat on them), the light turned on at the front door at all, but lit up in the opposite corner by the bed, that is, before going to bed, we had to feel by touch how to get to the bed after turning it off. The safe this time was ok. But there were a lot of new nuances, sometimes absurd, sometimes bringing us to hysterical laughter. For example, a toilet. It was of better quality than the previous one, but if you go to it "for the most part", then nothing merges later, especially if the chair is hard. First, we poured up to 20 times, so that somehow at least something was gone, and then I brilliantly came up with the idea of pushing everything through with a brush. Remembering the story with the safe, we decided not to call for help from the reception. Further, in the bathroom, the same poisonous light. Two separate bulbs above the mirror shone, but one of them dangled from the wires. And in the room on the ceiling, again, there were traces of the cats I have already mentioned. In other words,
someone hit the ceiling. And when I asked the porter why, they say, so, he, noticeably hesitating, replied that there would be a chandelier, and this was just the beginning of preparations for pulling the cable. The TV was already better. Still the same small and with "snow", but not a kinescope, but an LCD.
Separately, it is necessary to highlight the story with mosquitoes. During the day, the entire green area of the hotel is watered with very smelly technical water, which in some places, especially near trees, then does not soak into the ground for a long time. One such tree grew right under our windows. Almost every day there formed an evening swamp and, accordingly, a feast for mosquitoes. Realizing this, we opened the balcony door, which was heavy and very poorly closing, just a little bit and covered the opening with dirty curtains and tulle. But still, it was not possible to protect oneself from all mosquitoes. At night, when we slept, and the conversations of the neighbors through the door subsided, the mosquitoes made themselves felt.
But you will be surprised, they never bit us! Their goal was to morally destroy us with their squeak. That is, you sleep, then you start to wake up a little, realizing that it is buzzing somewhere above you, and you start, like a blind mole, waving your arms above your head, trying to hit it. After 10-20 minutes of trying, you realize that it is useless and somehow fall asleep. This may happen several times during the night.
We also went on a trip to Luxor once. We wanted to go to the Pyramids, but we were told that they don't take us there now. It was necessary to wake up early and in such cases the manager usually calls from the reception and wakes up, reminds. So I had to get up around 4:00. The phone rings. I pick up and in the receiver I hear the voice of the manager and another person from the next room. That is, the phone is switched to two numbers, and if they wake up some residents, they will wake up the second ones.
Perhaps we will return to the number a little later,
In the meantime, I want to talk about other features of the hotel. A good plus was that there were 5-7 hotels of the same chain on the same territory. I already mentioned this. Each of them has its own restaurant. During the day, one could eat at any of these restaurants during the last hour of its operation. Each of them had its own characteristics. Somewhere they gave strawberries, somewhere very tasty kozinaki, and somewhere cool cheeses. It used to be that we went around three places for dinner and ate “from the belly”. Yes, we have learned not to collect, like most, a bunch of food and then not eat it up. We took only what we could eat and did not even pay attention to the rule of the last hour. They don't follow it closely. In general, the food was excellent. And that's not counting the fact that, in addition to the main ones, there were also special restaurants on the territory with Ala-carte appointments, in which you had to register yourself at the reception through an i-box device. By the way, getting there was not realistic.
Accordingly, the policy of the party was explained to the old women, they say, you occupied our Ukrainian Crimea, and we are your sunbeds. The grandmothers are gone. But here is just the opportunity to bring you, dear readers, to one of the biggest problems, probably, of all of Egypt. We are talking about the local population working in the field of tourism, namely, people offering any goods or services. If it weren't for them, I think Egypt could have fallen in love with grief in half and traveled there regularly. So, these Egyptians-offers are distinguished by a rare and very high degree of stickiness! Again, I repeat that we were in this country for the first time, so we were surprised, although we heard a lot about this feature of the local population. So, imagine that you hardly won your sunbed, finally, lay down on the beach, bask in the sun and just close your eyes, as a swarthy body hangs over you and says “Hello friend! ",
Well, of course, they dress their own in such a way that only one eye is visible. As a result, even if a female tourist is crooked, lame, big, small, fat, thin, old, too young, a self-respecting Egyptian will not miss the opportunity to give her attention. Even pregnant women are no exception! I personally saw some stranger standing next to the chef in line for a daytime beach pizza, smiling at a pregnant woman and reaching out to touch her hand, as if she were not from this planet.
But as much as possible about the bad. There were also positive moments. There were great water slides near the pool. So cool that everyone rode from young to old. Although they did not work according to the schedule, namely, they closed earlier than expected and took some incomprehensible breaks at lunchtime.
Even on the territory of all hotels rides train Tuf-Taf. It both entertains local vacationers and delivers tourists living in distant hotels closer to the sea.
We rode, like a child liked it.
We played mini golf. Very cool, but the tracks are gouged and worn.
Before I forget, I'll tell you more about excursions. In no case do not agree to a sightseeing tour of Hurghada from the hotel. Such excursions are aimed solely at extracting more money from tourists when visiting allegedly unique factories, factories and shops for the production of oils, soaps, perfumes, cheap branded clothes and much more. First, the guide tells you that the average salary of an Egyptian is 150-200 dollars a month, and then it turns out that at a super high-quality and most importantly cheap plant, an average bottle of black cumin oil, which heals everything, even something that has not yet been discovered, costs only 45 dollars. Well, tell me, where is the connection? What Egyptian would give half or a third of his salary for oil? Only gullible tourist! Overall,
fun and full of adventure. He charged me with positive for the next few working months. My girlfriend has the same opinion. And all because when you are next to your loved one, everything is magical! I do not regret anything.
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