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Finally got around to writing a review about this wonderful place. Bought (me, wife, child 7 years old) in 2010. for a May voucher for 14 days in this "hotel". May Mazoch's fans, who were satisfied with this "hotel", forgive me for everything written below.
We've arrived. Lobby. Dirt. Worn furniture with greasy stains, dust, rolled dust in nooks and crannies, staff as worn, greasy and dirty as furniture. These are the best
impression. I gave the documents to the receptionist, he asked me to wait, the rooms were being prepared, he suggested that we go to a restaurant for a meal. We decided to move in first. Taxiing someone in dirty pajamas, which was once either beige or pink. He says: "Give me 20 bucks, I'll put you in an awesome room! " I told him: "no, dude, I won't give more than 10! " He: "good. "
We go out into the courtyard. The device of the hotel is U-shaped, in the center there is a swimming pool. Overlaid with a stylish tile in the style of the "fifties", in the post-Soviet countries such a tile
you can see... well, for example, in the morgue. Russian seals are sleeping and lying on the nearest plastic loungers, drunk and satisfied with the "allclusive on". On the distant I don’t see who, probably
unfortunate poor fellows who got into trouble with the choice of a hotel, and, of course, fans of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch.
We approach the doors of one of the rooms, cat. located around the perimeter of the pool, a helpful Egyptian supply manager is trying to open the door, nothing comes out. Then he leads me
to the next room, the door of which is open, there are people who have come and dressed after the beach, a family, mom-dad-two children. The supply manager briefly explains to them that we
need to see the number. And now, under the astonished glances of these vacationers, I proceed to the inspection. On the "white" walls, both outside and inside the room, there are patches of dirt, or dried splashes of champagne, coffee felts. Or maybe they just wrote on the walls. The beds are a hit. A worthy addition to the image of a dispensary or clinic of the 50s of the last century. A massive, primitive wooden structure, covered with many, many layers of white paint, peeling off to wood in places. Well, a pure deathbed! Unable to withstand the withering looks of the residents of the room, and guided by the elementary rules of decency, which did not allow me to continue invading the living space of people who were also going to dinner, I refused the supply manager to settle my family in such a ward (write "number" hand does not rise). The caretaker for some time was surprised at my pickiness, they say, what else do I need from life, because it’s a beautiful room, but, pulling myself together, he offered me a check-in in an “elite” room in the main building, overlooking the sea. But he won't be able to pay less than $20, because will have to share with his cousin who is in charge of the main building's room stock. Being already crushed by everything I saw, I was ready to pay not only 20, but all 100, for more or less acceptable living conditions.
And now, after 20 minutes of debate between the supply manager and his brother, we find ourselves in the "elite room". STSUKKKOOOO!! ! The same bed, the current is larger, mud patches on the walls, however, are much smaller, dust pellets are present, and, oh horror, a bathroom. I will write one thing - the toilet looks like it has been defecated for a month, and at the same time they did not use a brush.
Finally upset, I came to the lobby to my family, horrified at the thought of spending 14 days of my favorite May holidays in this leper colony! No, I can't go for that! I took the documents to the reception, called the guide and travel agent, with the refusal of the settlement and the requirement to urgently relocate us to any decent place. Because it was time to have dinner, and in our arms, the child, the wife went to look at the Sand Bicevo Allclusive. She came a minute later with the words: "You'd better not go there, otherwise you'll go crazy. " I had to leave the "hotel", since there was an eatery 10 steps away from the exit on the left, where we could have a tasty and relatively inexpensive lunch. By this time, the guide called and said that they would be able to relocate us only tomorrow morning, for an additional fee. I agreed, paying $800 extra (by the way, they cut me 2000 bucks for a sand beach) and choosing from the list of available former Sofitel Hurghada, in the past an excellent hotel of the French chain, now successfully fucked up by Egyptian management. But
I did not want to stay overnight in the Sand Beach hostel, so it was decided to pay money and spend the night in a nearby hotel with a name like "triton" 3 *. When leaving the leper colony, 20 steps to the right. Pretty decent 3.35 USD per day all per family.
The next morning they wrote us the name of the hotel guide in Sofitel, we were put in a taxi by the guide (at our expense, of course), and sent to Sofitel. The taxi driver did not speak
not a word in Russian or English. He drove us for a long time through some Hurghada slums, through wastelands with either unfinished or destroyed houses, past some small square with peeling sculptures and the skeleton of a fountain, to the loudly playing Arab ethnic music, and only cunningly asked to make it quieter smiled. In general, a picture from a Hollywood movie about spies or hostage-taking. But, thank God, we finally left for civilization, and after a while we arrived in Sofitel, where we were warmly welcomed and settled by a guide named Basim. Very pleasant, obazovany, intelligent young man. The hotel also lived up to expectations.
Well, after two and a half years, he expressed his sore feelings. I just saw an offer in a mailing list from a travel agency. Dear Tourists, maybe something in the sand beach leper colony has changed for the better, but I would be careful not to go there. From the economy class, there, Triton is nearby, also an old hotel, not the first freshness, but at least the food is normal and clean everywhere.
We've arrived. Lobby. Dirt. Worn furniture with greasy stains, dust, rolled dust in nooks and crannies, staff as worn, greasy and dirty as furniture. These are the best
impression. I gave the documents to the receptionist, he asked me to wait, the rooms were being prepared, he suggested that we go to a restaurant for a meal. We decided to move in first. Taxiing someone in dirty pajamas, which was once either beige or pink. He says: "Give me 20 bucks, I'll put you in an awesome room! " I told him: "no, dude, I won't give more than 10! " He: "good. "
We go out into the courtyard. The device of the hotel is U-shaped, in the center there is a swimming pool. Overlaid with a stylish tile in the style of the "fifties", in the post-Soviet countries such a tile
you can see... well, for example, in the morgue. Russian seals are sleeping and lying on the nearest plastic loungers, drunk and satisfied with the "allclusive on". On the distant I don’t see who, probably
unfortunate poor fellows who got into trouble with the choice of a hotel, and, of course, fans of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch.
We approach the doors of one of the rooms, cat. located around the perimeter of the pool, a helpful Egyptian supply manager is trying to open the door, nothing comes out. Then he leads me
to the next room, the door of which is open, there are people who have come and dressed after the beach, a family, mom-dad-two children. The supply manager briefly explains to them that we
need to see the number. And now, under the astonished glances of these vacationers, I proceed to the inspection. On the "white" walls, both outside and inside the room, there are patches of dirt, or dried splashes of champagne, coffee felts. Or maybe they just wrote on the walls. The beds are a hit. A worthy addition to the image of a dispensary or clinic of the 50s of the last century. A massive, primitive wooden structure, covered with many, many layers of white paint, peeling off to wood in places. Well, a pure deathbed! Unable to withstand the withering looks of the residents of the room, and guided by the elementary rules of decency, which did not allow me to continue invading the living space of people who were also going to dinner, I refused the supply manager to settle my family in such a ward (write "number" hand does not rise). The caretaker for some time was surprised at my pickiness, they say, what else do I need from life, because it’s a beautiful room, but, pulling myself together, he offered me a check-in in an “elite” room in the main building, overlooking the sea. But he won't be able to pay less than $20, because will have to share with his cousin who is in charge of the main building's room stock. Being already crushed by everything I saw, I was ready to pay not only 20, but all 100, for more or less acceptable living conditions.
And now, after 20 minutes of debate between the supply manager and his brother, we find ourselves in the "elite room". STSUKKKOOOO!! ! The same bed, the current is larger, mud patches on the walls, however, are much smaller, dust pellets are present, and, oh horror, a bathroom. I will write one thing - the toilet looks like it has been defecated for a month, and at the same time they did not use a brush.
Finally upset, I came to the lobby to my family, horrified at the thought of spending 14 days of my favorite May holidays in this leper colony! No, I can't go for that! I took the documents to the reception, called the guide and travel agent, with the refusal of the settlement and the requirement to urgently relocate us to any decent place. Because it was time to have dinner, and in our arms, the child, the wife went to look at the Sand Bicevo Allclusive. She came a minute later with the words: "You'd better not go there, otherwise you'll go crazy. " I had to leave the "hotel", since there was an eatery 10 steps away from the exit on the left, where we could have a tasty and relatively inexpensive lunch. By this time, the guide called and said that they would be able to relocate us only tomorrow morning, for an additional fee. I agreed, paying $800 extra (by the way, they cut me 2000 bucks for a sand beach) and choosing from the list of available former Sofitel Hurghada, in the past an excellent hotel of the French chain, now successfully fucked up by Egyptian management. But
I did not want to stay overnight in the Sand Beach hostel, so it was decided to pay money and spend the night in a nearby hotel with a name like "triton" 3 *. When leaving the leper colony, 20 steps to the right. Pretty decent 3.35 USD per day all per family.
The next morning they wrote us the name of the hotel guide in Sofitel, we were put in a taxi by the guide (at our expense, of course), and sent to Sofitel. The taxi driver did not speak
not a word in Russian or English. He drove us for a long time through some Hurghada slums, through wastelands with either unfinished or destroyed houses, past some small square with peeling sculptures and the skeleton of a fountain, to the loudly playing Arab ethnic music, and only cunningly asked to make it quieter smiled. In general, a picture from a Hollywood movie about spies or hostage-taking. But, thank God, we finally left for civilization, and after a while we arrived in Sofitel, where we were warmly welcomed and settled by a guide named Basim. Very pleasant, obazovany, intelligent young man. The hotel also lived up to expectations.
Well, after two and a half years, he expressed his sore feelings. I just saw an offer in a mailing list from a travel agency. Dear Tourists, maybe something in the sand beach leper colony has changed for the better, but I would be careful not to go there. From the economy class, there, Triton is nearby, also an old hotel, not the first freshness, but at least the food is normal and clean everywhere.
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