Самый ужасный отель в моей жизни The worst hotel in my life

The hotel was advised by a travel agency, I don’t know what I did to them so terrible? There has never been a worse vacation in my life. If you want to feel like a man of the fifth grade, then you are here. If you miss the queues and want extreme survival conditions, they are waiting for you in Tia Heights! The number was chosen from the 5th time, in the first one the door from the mini-bar remained in the hands, in the second, third and fourth the air conditioners and broken beds did not work. After I threw a scandal and said that I would choose until the morning, we were taken to a more or less tolerable room, and the time was already close to 12 at night. This room had an AC, a flat-screen TV and even fresh linens. But a bath. . . you can only enter it in shoes, the beds were separate from the headboards, the closet fell apart when you try to touch the doors. Let me remind you, I am writing about a 5 star hotel! The hotel, in the room which are not interested in bathrobes and slippers, but a banal toilet brush. In general, 7 days of hell in the dirt and rudeness. Eternal queues everywhere: in the dining room, in bars. . . lack of wi-fi. Food and drinks. . . the food is terrible, drained cucumbers and tomatoes, lettuce and cabbage that have risen, meat is only grilled in the evening, but in fact tasteless meat burnt on fire. Fruits for the week - dates, apples and oranges. Once a watermelon and twice a melon. ALL. . . If you want coffee, go through the quest: guess what will not happen this time - if there is coffee, then there are no cups, there are cups, there is no water. Dirty dishes, no napkins, no waiters. . . all by yourself. Cooks with dirty hands and dirty clothes can scratch in the most unexpected places, and then with this hand put cheese in your omelet. Drinks are poured into plastic glasses, ice is a deficit that is solved for dollars. For a long time I did not drink warm beer from a plastic glass, which is not completely disposable, but slightly rinsed. . . in order to get home at least somehow, I had to call a hotel taxi (no other way) and go to the market for food for 18 bucks! In short, Egypt is closed to me. . . if not forever, then for a long time so sure.