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I was in this caravanserai in July 2012. It so happened that a two-week vacancy unexpectedly fell out. Finance was only enough for Egypt. The agency recommended Topaz, which is part of the same group of hotels. In Yegi, at that time, the hellish holiday of democracy and liberalism was on the decline, so having learned the words in Arabic “Don’t touch me, I’m a Russian tourist! ”, “Mr. policeman, come with me, I’ll show you where the rebels are hiding! ”, “How much does a “Swing and Throw” grenade launcher cost? In Egypt for the first time, I confess. I read the reviews quickly. The reviews yelled "NO SAVETUYEEM!!!! 111 One Odinodidin. " But the deadlines were running out, money was running out, and he relied on the Russian "maybe". The arrival in Topaz began with the national fun of the Arab natives - "There are no places and there will not be! " Sighing, the crowd of Russian tourists pulled their wallets out of their pockets. Surprisingly it didn't work. The people yelled indignantly and began to turn the administrator "to the forest in front, to the tourists back. " The hotel representative asked us to resolve the issue ourselves. We arranged a round table on the Topaz veranda and started calling our tour operators. Luck smiled at the uncle who arrived with three children. He seemed to have something to lose. Having categorically declared to his agent that he works as a bailiff, and upon arrival in Russia, according to the law, he will leave her after the confiscation an aluminum spoon 1 pc, an alum bowl. 1 piece, mattress 1 piece - and further in the same style. Apparently it worked, because fifteen minutes later the manager came running and said that everyone would be relocated to Emerald. It is higher in the stars, and the beach is nearby, and - I swear to my mother - everything is better there! . Turned out to be right, oddly enough.
Emerald is really located on the very shore of the sea. Walk five minutes to the beach. The guests of other hotels in this complex (including Topaz) either got on a train, or, drenched in sweat, wandered to their hotel on their feet. The area is shared with other hotels, it is huge. The room was given on the 2nd floor. Windows on the main entrance to the hotel. Standard. Spacious, not very bright. There is TV, air conditioning, safe (free of charge), refrigerator, which almost does not cool. The maid stuffed him with bottles of water, explaining that this was water for the duration of the stay. (By the way, I didn’t make figures from linen, for which special thanks to her). A bath and a toilet were available, but judging by the design and quality of the work performed, Ravshan and Jumshut got here too. Gels, shampoos, hairdryer were present. I did not like the fact that at the entrance to the corridor of the floor, there was immediately a utility room, which gave out a powerful volley of bleach. Apparently tired of complaints, the administration fenced off this nook with doors with a photoelectric cell, which is buzzing. The staff somehow understands Russian. Guides of tour companies are constantly present in the lobby, they will always help in a conversation.
The pool is large and clean, T-shaped. Towels are given as a deposit of the card, which is given to you upon check-in. The local "Towel" that gives out these devices is very annoying. As it turned out later, he offered his wife romantic sex under the moonlight on the beach, to which she explained that only a drunken blind nymphomaniac could have sex with him.
We went mainly to a large pool with slides, which is located a little further from Emerald. Slides typical for hotels. Crowds of Russian children strained, from the breed "Mog'e worried - g'az! ". These children drove into someone heartily with their feet, descending from the hills, therefore, subsequently, the staff led the descent of the carcasses from a height. By the pool you can have a snack, drink, drink (yes, citizens, alcohol too! ). But they pour two glasses per person, which is why the indignant cries of Russian tourists were heard from the queue in untranslatable folklore for locals. Animators offer aqua aerobics, riding inside hollow balls (in the pool! ). The slides close at 17, the pool - at 19 o'clock.
Went out for a walk outside the hotel. Hurgadinsk is a young city, a lot of hotels, a lot of shops. Local taxi drivers immediately fly up offering to take you to the airport, to Cairo, to Tel Aviv, to Moscow, to New York, to Alpha Centauri. He refused, because the driving style of these Schumachers is “a slipper on the floor. ” Local residents constantly ask for money, praise goods, offer to become translators, since they “know Russian very well. ” He offered to translate them into Arabic effusion of an axirogent-adequate photon triangulator. ” For some reason, the translator was stuck, straining the red effervescent substance in the skull. To the right of the complex is a mosque, but for some reason it was closed. . By the way, I did not meet animals in the room and on the territory, except for two lizards basking in the sun near the palm trees and a couple of peddlers dragging them by the hands to their stall near Emerald.
In the evening, somewhere in the depths of the complex, a disco begins. The assortment is country club music + DJ howls. This dance works until 3 o'clock in the morning, the noise and din from there is worse than in the jungle during the mating season of macaques. After the trip, she developed a persistent allergy to Nyusha with her flights over rooftops. The area is regularly fumigated from insects. It (territory) is huge, there are many palm trees and exotic flowers. Each hotel has shops with obligatory souvenirs, leather, medicines and other papyri. Fountain shows are arranged near the main hotel building in the evening, several illuminated jets are turned on. I live near the Tsaritsyno park with its musical fountain, so the Egyptian trickles of water were not impressive. But the people squealed approvingly and took pictures with might and main.
The contingent of guests is mostly Russian. And this is the main problem of the complex. It is not surprising to hear at two o’clock in the morning “Oh maaarooz, maroooz, don’t maaarroooz mmmeenyaya . . ” In the evenings, most of the compatriots gather at the bar, and using free alcohol in the morning they fall asleep on the billiard tables drunk in pink pimply snot. In the same place at the bar in the evening children's animation with the obligatory "Aram-zam-zam". I got to the hotel during the European Football Championship. Local channels broadcast only the matches of their second homeland, the German national team. The Russian-language channel "Russia Abroad" muttered something about innovation, modernization and other nanotechnologies. and stubbornly refused to broadcast matches of the Russian national team (you can see the results of the matches did not fit into the bright future drawn by the channel). The administration put a TV with satellite access at the bar. Kerzhakov. Bartenders, by the way, offer to buy gin from under the floor. The bartender once suggested a Royale cocktail. Having lived through the merry 90s and remembering that a certain ejaculate with a similar name swept through the ranks of Russian alkonauts like a plague in medieval Europe, I tactfully refused. Moreover, I don’t use local, I bring my own. Therefore, in the morning there was always glass like a sobering-up
The hotel lobby is occupied around the clock by guests with gadgets, since it is only there that free Wi-Fi is caught.
The restaurant… The weakest point of the hotel. And there are many places, and a large variety of dishes, and the waiters are fussing, but somehow everything is dull. Either there are always not enough spoons and forks, then the food is not fresh, then the release of fruits is strictly limited, then there are no glasses in the bar. Chefs prepare some yamka in front of you (meat, scrambled eggs, toast, etc. ). The order of approach is strictly observed. First, the proud descendants of the pharaohs get food, then the Germans and the English, then the Russians, Ukrainians and other Untermenschi. You can eat and drink, but the food is mostly stale. Although no one in my presence seems to have destroyed nearby Hurghada from the onslaught of diarrhea.
The beach is beautiful. Clean fine sand. Crystal sea. Gentle entry. A mass of small fish near the shore, scurrying briskly at their very feet and just about seems to be screaming: “Dollar! Give me a dollar! ” Sometimes small, snot-like jellyfish float imposingly, to the delight of cruel children who build castles on the shore out of them. The beach is constantly being cleaned. The problem is to take a sunbed. People throw towels in the morning and go about their business. Those who come later do not get sunbeds. As usual, barkers scurry about on the beach for parachutes, bananas and diving. Another problem of the beach is Russian aunts, a sort of mixture of sows with an icebreaker, everything is like a selection from the Institute of Maxillofacial Surgery with a terrible make-up “a la confused in the morning”. Which already at noon delivers under the hot Egyptian sun and alcohol, well, it breaks through inadequacy.
On the tour I decided to go only to Luxor and the Valley of the Kings with the Temple of Hatshepsut. I did not find street guides, beach guides only offered aqua excursions. I had to take a ride from my guide. Ibrahim, the gossip-skinned, bespectacled uncle who is a local hotel attraction. We left in hellish heat, +40. Luxor is impressive. Crowds of local beggars are not impressive. After talking with the Egyptians, I realized that Luxor and the Pyramids were built by aliens. The accompanying guide habitually juggled big names. I learned that Luxor was built by Ramses Tutankhamonovich, with the active support of Julius Caesar, Cleopatra and the long-suffering A. F. Macedonian. At the Temple of Hatshepsut, the guide easily read the Egyptian hieroglyphs carved on the wall. I, who wrote a term paper about Champollion and ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs in the 4th year of the university, was interested in learning a lot of new things. In general, the Egyptians are a cheerful people. Normal people, a man - he and... in Africa a man. I found several dozen Arabic everyday words on the Internet, and when talking with the locals, I constantly inserted them. They immediately get kinder and smile encouragingly.
Check-out time at the hotel is 12, departure is at 17. To the question “What should we do all this time? ” an unfamiliar word "bakshish" sounded. Having rhymed this word with a well-known Russian term, they checked out of the room. The children went to swim, my wife sat down with a tablet in the hall, I lay down on the sofa in the same place. The bus and board to Domodedovo arrived and departed on time (oddly enough).
Summing up. The hotel is not bad. The room is packed more or less. The area is safe. Beautiful and well maintained. The sea is great. Entertainment is standard. Guests....well, we are Russians. It is unlikely that you will retrain. Food... well....but he survived. Rest, I think it was a success. But I won't go to this hotel again.
Emerald is really located on the very shore of the sea. Walk five minutes to the beach. The guests of other hotels in this complex (including Topaz) either got on a train, or, drenched in sweat, wandered to their hotel on their feet. The area is shared with other hotels, it is huge. The room was given on the 2nd floor. Windows on the main entrance to the hotel. Standard. Spacious, not very bright. There is TV, air conditioning, safe (free of charge), refrigerator, which almost does not cool. The maid stuffed him with bottles of water, explaining that this was water for the duration of the stay. (By the way, I didn’t make figures from linen, for which special thanks to her). A bath and a toilet were available, but judging by the design and quality of the work performed, Ravshan and Jumshut got here too. Gels, shampoos, hairdryer were present. I did not like the fact that at the entrance to the corridor of the floor, there was immediately a utility room, which gave out a powerful volley of bleach. Apparently tired of complaints, the administration fenced off this nook with doors with a photoelectric cell, which is buzzing. The staff somehow understands Russian. Guides of tour companies are constantly present in the lobby, they will always help in a conversation.
The pool is large and clean, T-shaped. Towels are given as a deposit of the card, which is given to you upon check-in. The local "Towel" that gives out these devices is very annoying. As it turned out later, he offered his wife romantic sex under the moonlight on the beach, to which she explained that only a drunken blind nymphomaniac could have sex with him.
We went mainly to a large pool with slides, which is located a little further from Emerald. Slides typical for hotels. Crowds of Russian children strained, from the breed "Mog'e worried - g'az! ". These children drove into someone heartily with their feet, descending from the hills, therefore, subsequently, the staff led the descent of the carcasses from a height. By the pool you can have a snack, drink, drink (yes, citizens, alcohol too! ). But they pour two glasses per person, which is why the indignant cries of Russian tourists were heard from the queue in untranslatable folklore for locals. Animators offer aqua aerobics, riding inside hollow balls (in the pool! ). The slides close at 17, the pool - at 19 o'clock.
Went out for a walk outside the hotel. Hurgadinsk is a young city, a lot of hotels, a lot of shops. Local taxi drivers immediately fly up offering to take you to the airport, to Cairo, to Tel Aviv, to Moscow, to New York, to Alpha Centauri. He refused, because the driving style of these Schumachers is “a slipper on the floor. ” Local residents constantly ask for money, praise goods, offer to become translators, since they “know Russian very well. ” He offered to translate them into Arabic effusion of an axirogent-adequate photon triangulator. ” For some reason, the translator was stuck, straining the red effervescent substance in the skull. To the right of the complex is a mosque, but for some reason it was closed. . By the way, I did not meet animals in the room and on the territory, except for two lizards basking in the sun near the palm trees and a couple of peddlers dragging them by the hands to their stall near Emerald.
In the evening, somewhere in the depths of the complex, a disco begins. The assortment is country club music + DJ howls. This dance works until 3 o'clock in the morning, the noise and din from there is worse than in the jungle during the mating season of macaques. After the trip, she developed a persistent allergy to Nyusha with her flights over rooftops. The area is regularly fumigated from insects. It (territory) is huge, there are many palm trees and exotic flowers. Each hotel has shops with obligatory souvenirs, leather, medicines and other papyri. Fountain shows are arranged near the main hotel building in the evening, several illuminated jets are turned on. I live near the Tsaritsyno park with its musical fountain, so the Egyptian trickles of water were not impressive. But the people squealed approvingly and took pictures with might and main.
The contingent of guests is mostly Russian. And this is the main problem of the complex. It is not surprising to hear at two o’clock in the morning “Oh maaarooz, maroooz, don’t maaarroooz mmmeenyaya . . ” In the evenings, most of the compatriots gather at the bar, and using free alcohol in the morning they fall asleep on the billiard tables drunk in pink pimply snot. In the same place at the bar in the evening children's animation with the obligatory "Aram-zam-zam". I got to the hotel during the European Football Championship. Local channels broadcast only the matches of their second homeland, the German national team. The Russian-language channel "Russia Abroad" muttered something about innovation, modernization and other nanotechnologies. and stubbornly refused to broadcast matches of the Russian national team (you can see the results of the matches did not fit into the bright future drawn by the channel). The administration put a TV with satellite access at the bar. Kerzhakov. Bartenders, by the way, offer to buy gin from under the floor. The bartender once suggested a Royale cocktail. Having lived through the merry 90s and remembering that a certain ejaculate with a similar name swept through the ranks of Russian alkonauts like a plague in medieval Europe, I tactfully refused. Moreover, I don’t use local, I bring my own. Therefore, in the morning there was always glass like a sobering-up
The hotel lobby is occupied around the clock by guests with gadgets, since it is only there that free Wi-Fi is caught.
The restaurant… The weakest point of the hotel. And there are many places, and a large variety of dishes, and the waiters are fussing, but somehow everything is dull. Either there are always not enough spoons and forks, then the food is not fresh, then the release of fruits is strictly limited, then there are no glasses in the bar. Chefs prepare some yamka in front of you (meat, scrambled eggs, toast, etc. ). The order of approach is strictly observed. First, the proud descendants of the pharaohs get food, then the Germans and the English, then the Russians, Ukrainians and other Untermenschi. You can eat and drink, but the food is mostly stale. Although no one in my presence seems to have destroyed nearby Hurghada from the onslaught of diarrhea.
The beach is beautiful. Clean fine sand. Crystal sea. Gentle entry. A mass of small fish near the shore, scurrying briskly at their very feet and just about seems to be screaming: “Dollar! Give me a dollar! ” Sometimes small, snot-like jellyfish float imposingly, to the delight of cruel children who build castles on the shore out of them. The beach is constantly being cleaned. The problem is to take a sunbed. People throw towels in the morning and go about their business. Those who come later do not get sunbeds. As usual, barkers scurry about on the beach for parachutes, bananas and diving. Another problem of the beach is Russian aunts, a sort of mixture of sows with an icebreaker, everything is like a selection from the Institute of Maxillofacial Surgery with a terrible make-up “a la confused in the morning”. Which already at noon delivers under the hot Egyptian sun and alcohol, well, it breaks through inadequacy.
On the tour I decided to go only to Luxor and the Valley of the Kings with the Temple of Hatshepsut. I did not find street guides, beach guides only offered aqua excursions. I had to take a ride from my guide. Ibrahim, the gossip-skinned, bespectacled uncle who is a local hotel attraction. We left in hellish heat, +40. Luxor is impressive. Crowds of local beggars are not impressive. After talking with the Egyptians, I realized that Luxor and the Pyramids were built by aliens. The accompanying guide habitually juggled big names. I learned that Luxor was built by Ramses Tutankhamonovich, with the active support of Julius Caesar, Cleopatra and the long-suffering A. F. Macedonian. At the Temple of Hatshepsut, the guide easily read the Egyptian hieroglyphs carved on the wall. I, who wrote a term paper about Champollion and ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs in the 4th year of the university, was interested in learning a lot of new things. In general, the Egyptians are a cheerful people. Normal people, a man - he and... in Africa a man. I found several dozen Arabic everyday words on the Internet, and when talking with the locals, I constantly inserted them. They immediately get kinder and smile encouragingly.
Check-out time at the hotel is 12, departure is at 17. To the question “What should we do all this time? ” an unfamiliar word "bakshish" sounded. Having rhymed this word with a well-known Russian term, they checked out of the room. The children went to swim, my wife sat down with a tablet in the hall, I lay down on the sofa in the same place. The bus and board to Domodedovo arrived and departed on time (oddly enough).
Summing up. The hotel is not bad. The room is packed more or less. The area is safe. Beautiful and well maintained. The sea is great. Entertainment is standard. Guests....well, we are Russians. It is unlikely that you will retrain. Food... well....but he survived. Rest, I think it was a success. But I won't go to this hotel again.
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