Time of stay 15.06. 2010-26.06. 2010. Oh yes, it is “stay time”, not rest.
Everything that is written about this hotel is a lie!
Look at the photo - dirt, crows, "Arab service", animation - complete crap. This is not 4 *, but a rotten three-ruble note.
Lots of greenery? Perhaps it was once. They know how to create and care for gardens in Egypt, if they want, I saw it, I have been resting in this country for the fourth time (but after Sofitel, the last one).
Beach: Crows (not seagulls) live on the beach and how the vultures wait…. what? Creepy, very, in such a "graveyard society" with a sudden "CAR! " overhead relax on the seashore. By the way, the bank is often dirty, dirty every day, even when, it seems, cleaning.
The contingent of vacationers: no offense, but there is more Slavic, portly cellulite here than anywhere else, well, their kids, yes, right there. All this child-behemoth-mass crawls into the lagoon, partitioned off by half, and ss....is in shallow water, because the nearest toilet is like the moon. Loungers to occupy, these are the same soviet quirks for the hippo-mass, and God bless them, there are enough sunbeds for everyone, always.
Number: Balcony meter by meter, covered with crumbs of cement, barred window-loopholes with frames of your favorite "scoop" dark green color. The sheets are stained, the floor is always in the sand (with a daily tip).
I can’t write about the “bath-tray” with a moldy yellow curtain without tears, see the photos for yourself. I won’t write about suddenly overlapping cold water (and as a result, scalding with boiling water) and a lonely dim lamp under the ceiling, they already mentioned this before me, but, the warned one was not protected, she scalded her leg.
Repair. Repair is a permanent process in this hotel, in addition to “greasing the buildings with cement”, construction is underway near the main restaurant, and therefore all the windows-doors of this restaurant, created, probably, for contemplating the views and beauties of the sea-pool by vacationers, while eating, clogged with boards or sealed with black polyethylene, despite the fact that energy is saved on lighting and air conditioning, in general, you will eat in a “stuffy hole”. However, this plays into the hands of the cook, because the food is disgusting, and it’s good that you can’t see what you eat, it’s too much, it still won’t add deliciousness. Fruits - melon, bananas, oranges, occasionally apples, even a watermelon was "given out" once. (Tired of enduring the perversions of the hotel chef, we went to Hurghada either to the fruit market or to the city restaurant - 3-5 dollars for a taxi, they would have known that such an ambush with food, but the same money would have been dumped into 5 *). I didn’t observe queues to the restaurant, so only sometimes a rush was created in the form of a large number of people who wanted to be hemoto seeds who became friends... , well, you know, near the “basins with food”, I attribute this to the same soviet remnants that will perish only together with the soviet generation.
Oh yes, during our stay they changed the name of the hotel, why it was specially noted, I’ll explain, the guide signs to the buildings, near the buildings, also changed...... all night...... with a hammer on iron, they didn’t “finish” even when at 4 in the morning a man from one of the buildings suggested to the workers to knock each other on the head, complete pippet, do you want to sleep, dear comrades? and that's your problem!
Arabic service is touching, right: Across the entrance to the restaurant, there is a grey-haired little man with a stern expression and carefully and intently checks the bracelets and room numbers. And more often, his friends from the servants also gather in this "passage", or maybe it's management? (I don’t see the difference) - they communicate, neigh, well, and you, the ever-hungry tourists, can stand in the distance, look at their joy, or try to bypass this company that is indifferent to vacationers, if you want to get to the restaurant.
Moreover, there is a new topic for Pegasik, charters at night-morning time - it’s okay, but without delay, but the service imposed during the transfer in the form of “check in at a GOOD store for 30 minutes to drink tea and buy sweets in front of the airport” at 3 am ( ! ), 5 minutes drive (! ) from the hotel to the airport, just infuriates. The scoop, of course, rushes and drinks tea and buys bullshit, but comrades, I urge you to sabotage such visits, if no one gets up, the bus will go to the airport without stupid delays, believe me, in Duty Free and in airport shops everything it can be bought cheaper and better. Don't be sheep on a leash with Pegasus.
Everything that is written about this hotel is a lie!
Look at the photo - dirt, crows, "Arab service", animation - complete crap. This is not 4 *, but a rotten three-ruble note.
Lots of greenery? Perhaps it was once. They know how to create and care for gardens in Egypt, if they want, I saw it, I have been resting in this country for the fourth time (but after Sofitel, the last one).
Beach: Crows (not seagulls) live on the beach and how the vultures wait…. what? Creepy, very, in such a "graveyard society" with a sudden "CAR! " overhead relax on the seashore. By the way, the bank is often dirty, dirty every day, even when, it seems, cleaning.
The contingent of vacationers: no offense, but there is more Slavic, portly cellulite here than anywhere else, well, their kids, yes, right there. All this child-behemoth-mass crawls into the lagoon, partitioned off by half, and ss....is in shallow water, because the nearest toilet is like the moon. Loungers to occupy, these are the same soviet quirks for the hippo-mass, and God bless them, there are enough sunbeds for everyone, always.
Number: Balcony meter by meter, covered with crumbs of cement, barred window-loopholes with frames of your favorite "scoop" dark green color. The sheets are stained, the floor is always in the sand (with a daily tip).
I can’t write about the “bath-tray” with a moldy yellow curtain without tears, see the photos for yourself. I won’t write about suddenly overlapping cold water (and as a result, scalding with boiling water) and a lonely dim lamp under the ceiling, they already mentioned this before me, but, the warned one was not protected, she scalded her leg.
Repair. Repair is a permanent process in this hotel, in addition to “greasing the buildings with cement”, construction is underway near the main restaurant, and therefore all the windows-doors of this restaurant, created, probably, for contemplating the views and beauties of the sea-pool by vacationers, while eating, clogged with boards or sealed with black polyethylene, despite the fact that energy is saved on lighting and air conditioning, in general, you will eat in a “stuffy hole”. However, this plays into the hands of the cook, because the food is disgusting, and it’s good that you can’t see what you eat, it’s too much, it still won’t add deliciousness. Fruits - melon, bananas, oranges, occasionally apples, even a watermelon was "given out" once. (Tired of enduring the perversions of the hotel chef, we went to Hurghada either to the fruit market or to the city restaurant - 3-5 dollars for a taxi, they would have known that such an ambush with food, but the same money would have been dumped into 5 *). I didn’t observe queues to the restaurant, so only sometimes a rush was created in the form of a large number of people who wanted to be hemoto seeds who became friends... , well, you know, near the “basins with food”, I attribute this to the same soviet remnants that will perish only together with the soviet generation.
Oh yes, during our stay they changed the name of the hotel, why it was specially noted, I’ll explain, the guide signs to the buildings, near the buildings, also changed...... all night...... with a hammer on iron, they didn’t “finish” even when at 4 in the morning a man from one of the buildings suggested to the workers to knock each other on the head, complete pippet, do you want to sleep, dear comrades? and that's your problem!
Arabic service is touching, right: Across the entrance to the restaurant, there is a grey-haired little man with a stern expression and carefully and intently checks the bracelets and room numbers. And more often, his friends from the servants also gather in this "passage", or maybe it's management? (I don’t see the difference) - they communicate, neigh, well, and you, the ever-hungry tourists, can stand in the distance, look at their joy, or try to bypass this company that is indifferent to vacationers, if you want to get to the restaurant.
Moreover, there is a new topic for Pegasik, charters at night-morning time - it’s okay, but without delay, but the service imposed during the transfer in the form of “check in at a GOOD store for 30 minutes to drink tea and buy sweets in front of the airport” at 3 am ( ! ), 5 minutes drive (! ) from the hotel to the airport, just infuriates. The scoop, of course, rushes and drinks tea and buys bullshit, but comrades, I urge you to sabotage such visits, if no one gets up, the bus will go to the airport without stupid delays, believe me, in Duty Free and in airport shops everything it can be bought cheaper and better. Don't be sheep on a leash with Pegasus.
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