Мои невнятные каникулы My indistinct holidays

I will try to tell you about our trip to this Gothel. went with the MCH (the trip was planned as a gift for my DR). all adventures began with the fact that we had to go from Minsk to Moscow, and from there to fly to Egypt. the journey took 14 hours. at 3 o'clock in the morning we were dropped off at Domodedovo and left to the mercy of fate (as it turned out later, in the literal sense of the word). Our departure was supposed to be at 9 am, but looking at the crowds of tourists sleeping on the floor, on the counters, under the trees and in other parts of the airport, a healthy doubt arose, which grew into a firm conviction that we would not fly anywhere at 9. and so it happened. starting at 11 am we began to storm the information, the Sunmar representative at the counter and the Minsk agent. the last two kicked us at each other all day and no one wanted to do anything for us. after long ordeals, we managed to knock out a hotel and airline offices for the night. this very representation assured us and 2 dozen other tourists eager to fly to Sharm al-Sheikh that tomorrow at 6 am we would be taken to the airport and at 10 put on a plane. hmm, we were taken to the airport at 5 pm (at the reception they looked at us like we were invaders and terrorists) and we got on the plane by 11 pm (half the way the pilot swore at drunk Russians who smoked in the toilet, despite the warnings). in hurghada at 3 o'clock in the morning. for another hour and a half we were taken to the hotels. (By the way, instead of dropping us near the palm tree de mirette, we were also given a ride with a hefty hook). they settled us right away, led us through some labyrinths (at which I was terribly afraid in the morning not to find my way back, because it was terribly dark, and for some reason the lights were not lit there) and finally brought to the room, which for some reason turned out to be 4-bed. the room had 2 rooms (with a double bed and 2 single beds), a toilet with a shower (so terrible that the bath in the Podolsk hotel seemed like paradise) and a kitchen-living room. 3 air conditioners that did not work, a refrigerator, a TV (channels in Arabic, Russian, Polish and German - we watched German channels with pleasure, they showed the Night Watch there - just brainwashing)), a large balcony (to the living room and bedroom), from which you can it was necessary to consider a piece of the sea, which our neighbors from above must have envied and, in retaliation, they threw up the entire balcony for us (and this, by the way, no one bothered to remove in 3 days). 2 cups and a "silver" fruit bowl were found from the dishes. they cleaned regularly, but when on January 1 at 9 in the morning the cleaner began to break into us with demands to clean up, we had to send him. Towels changed without problems, even made the bed and folded our things. tips were given only 1 time upon check-in - 1 ye)) cockroaches and other living creatures (except mosquitoes and flies) were not observed.
In the morning we went to get acquainted with the guide. it turned out to be an extremely unpleasant Arab who looked at us like G *: ; 5o only because we ordered only a sightseeing tour (12 ye for 2x) and Turkish baths (80 ye for 2x). in general, he smiled only at those who ordered entertainment for 500 ye and more.
about the beach: we managed to swim only on the first day in the morning, because then the weather deteriorated sharply and we went the rest of the vacation in sweaters. there were enough beds. the water in the pools was unbearably cold, but clean. the sea was also relatively clean.

food. we ate at the palm de mirette. There was a lot of food, but very monotonous. fish were almost non-existent. once they gave me deep-fried fish, straight with the heads (only the stigma was cut off) and with the gallbladder not pulled out. juices are terrible. until the end of the stay, the feeling that they were either divorced or from packages did not leave. alcohol is normal - for money, only local was free, which did not differ in taste. soups - not really, locally produced ham - like juices - it is not clear from whom or from what. fruits: oranges, unripe melon. after NG they gave dates, guava (incomprehensible) and pomegranate (unripe). Bananas were given once.
entertainment. these were not observed. a separate conversation about the "New Year's party", for which a quarter of a thousand bucks was paid. a lot of people who were herded into a palm tree at 6 pm (it all started at 7), and then languished for an hour in a heavy wind under the hotel. Again, there was a lot of food, but there were only 2 buffets, where incredible queues lined up. I never found the stuffed lobster that was declared, but there was an ostrich, duck, chicken, shrimp and a mysterious dish "salmon caviar sauce", which turned out to be shrimp fried in breadcrumbs along with shells. a bottle of local champagne cost 65 ye. ordered white wine (I) and whiskey (MCH). (I suspect that from the local wine I have been regularly and often visiting my white brother for 3 days, although I drank quite a bit). the waiters did not want to move and had to serve themselves. the program was just disgusting: a belly dance, some kind of "plywood" musical about the life of Moses, Miss sunny days contAst (where only Russians participated) and the only good number - some Coptic dances (a man in a long skirt - very spectacular, especially when the light turned off and turned on the backlight on the skirt). At 12 o'clock the bar was closed and everything began to quickly clean up. all in all, it wasn't worth it. went to the local horas-spa at the hotel. I did a pedicure and a massage. both cost 25 euros. a pedicure was done by a certain MCH, extremely slippery and unpleasant. I constantly wanted to ask if he had a license, because he did all this poorly enough. example: while applying varnish, I wiped smudges with my fingers and 30 seconds after application, I began to feel my nails, as a result, fingerprints remained on the varnish. besides, constant soaking about the legs was pretty annoying. I have nothing bad to say about the massage. a woman was doing a massage. everything is smart and professional.
alcohol. bought a bottle of local gin gordoOn's in the store. horror! the price is outrageous, and the muck is rare. we had to go to duty free, where after a two-hour queue we bought a bottle of normal gin and a bottle of French wine at affordable prices.
tours. the tour of the city included a mosque (where we were not allowed in due to prayer), a Coptic Orthodox church, a papyrus museum, an oil factory, a department store with souvenirs, a leather and fur shop of disgusting quality, but at exorbitant prices. Turkish baths: steam room - massage with a scrub mitt - foam massage - tea - and an hour in the jacuzzi, sauna, shower. however, on the territory of a palm tree in a local spa (if you don’t come up yourself, but an employee on the beach catches and gives a discount, the same + massage could be obtained for 30 ye.

city. mmmm. . . this is a must see. there is very little vegetation (perhaps it has dried up for the winter). Everywhere there are construction sites and garbage cans. You can't just walk past the shops. and everywhere the same scheme: hello! - how are you? - where are you from? - What's your name? - do you speak english? about a taxi: agree on a price in advance. the guide said that it costs 10 pounds (2 ye) to get to the dutik. foolishly (the first time we took a taxi) we did not agree on a price. "sit down! everything is fine! not far, cheap! where are you from? " as a result, taking us back and forth, he demanded 40 ye. agreed on 100 pounds and 5 ye. then they immediately told the taxi drivers: 10 pounds, converged on 20, because they didn’t want to bargain.
prices. you need to bargain, but since bargaining causes me a chilling delight, I just had to be thoughtfully silent after naming the price. prices are moving in their direction. if from pounds to dollars - count 1-5, if vice versa: 1 - 5.7. in an ordinary shop a "handmade" bag cost 140 pounds, then in a local "state" department store - 75. I bought a T-shirt for my godson on a tourist street for 15 pounds, in the evening in a shop near hotels I took a T-shirt for my father - 75. incense cost a buck apiece, but for 5 pieces I had to give not 25 pounds, but 30 ("at a discount"). arafatka - 7 bucks, "because - cotton. "
more: on the 31st I had a DR, but no one said anything about this. others said that their guides congratulated them, they made small gifts in the hotel, some dish was served in the restaurant especially for them. there was nothing like it.
Here's how it all went for us. still have to fight with travel company for 2 lost days. . .
I'm going to go again in the summer, because I haven't tasted Egypt in 4 days. but I will definitely not go to this hotel.