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I never wrote any reviews. This is my first opus - don't be hard on me. And so. . . Dedicated to everyone who is going to the Hilton. . .
About me: iron nerves and a sense of humor for the stardom of hotels in Egypt. Only Egypt I visit with my wife from 4 to 8 times a year - a fan of diving. From rest we try to get positive no matter what, but....
About the hotel: perhaps right now you are going to choose this institution as a place of rest, the choice is always yours, but here are a few topics for reflection. Once again, I will make a reservation, we often go abroad (China, Thailand, Singapore, the United Arab Emirates, etc. ), and especially often we go to Egypt. Each time we choose a new hotel, we want new sensations, acquaintances, etc. The choice happens spontaneously - there are many criteria, this is the proximity of the port, or a certain site - a dive site, proximity to Il Mercato, etc. etc. . We rested in expensive hotels and economy class hotels. Baron was here, and Magic Life and Le Meridian. I'm all about the fact that we have something to compare with. Now about the Hilton. This is a compact and very nice hotel. Well thought out and executed layout of buildings and pools. Large and spacious rooms with sea view (most), with large flat TV. Good animation in Russian, but not always. Sometimes they are busy selling tickets to a party and they are not up to you. Here, perhaps, about the good and all. And then - the Egyptian "gentleman's" set: sun-weary PEGASTIC workers who cannot smile even at the Hilton, seeking only to sell us trip tickets; guest relay - a Russian-speaking lady with disdain in her eyes: how were you able to save up for this hotel?

Well, we are not in the first in Egypt, and indeed, we still show 32 teeth to everyone and talk like butts: - Hello, hu ah yu? and hand out tips to everyone - left and right, but the result is zero. But what about Hilton? We stand in line at the "canteen", we see the presence of empty tables, but not cleaned after previous tourists, and we think: - Are we definitely in the Hilton? And we understand that Holton's big name is no more for Egypt than show-off for us, and anyone who says: -I was in Sharm at the Hilton! - will now only evoke my sympathy. We know what he faced, and what awaits you at the Hilton: boring and monotonous food on the principle, we will not poison you and will not let you die of hunger. The absence of always free places, we wait for him, then we wait for the plates - they also do not have time to wash them? waiting for chicken or fish, waiting for beer or cola, waiting, waiting, waiting. We are waiting for both without bucks and for bucks. We catch flies, otherwise they will get into food, and we think: - How stupid we look, the wife is in an evening dress, and I am in a beige pair among shorts and T-shirts, among thick asses in a pareo. How stupidly the trousers get wet from the chair, where someone in wet swimming trunks was sitting before me. Are we at the Hilton? what about the dress code? Okay, we are grated rolls, this is not a reason to panic, but new vicissitudes of local concepts are also being selected - the absence of water coolers and cola dispensers and other things after breakfast after breakfast, which means that if you want to drink, you have to go to a bar (any) and wait in line for a glass of water for "cool pepper", which for the second hour explains to the bartender how to cook "red Mary" in Uryupinsk. And at the same time, you should look after the towel on the sunbed. I am against those who reserve a sunbed at five in the morning, throwing a magazine or flip flops on it... I am for the concept of the hotel - "the sunbed is freed from everything if it has not been occupied for half an hour by the body of a tourist", but not to the point of absurdity... You swim in the sea, you go out - darn it, no towels, no flip flops, no books. You go to the counter with the issuance of towels and listen to lectures from the "Minister of Tourism of Egypt", His Majesty Mahmoud, all sorts of nonsense about knowing reservation settin minutes. And you'll be lucky if he doesn't sell YOUR place in the sun for a couple of bucks to enterprising, newcomer vacationers.
The sea. . . There is no sea in the Hilton. I will try to post a photo and explain: there you will see hanging (that means no wind) black flags on the beach, which means that swimming is prohibited. The flag is flown around 9 am and changes to red around 3 pm. So you have a limited time to swim in the sea, limited not by your physical data, but by the opinion of Mahmoud or Ahmed. Well, actually, it doesn't matter who. But the question is - what about the neighboring hotels? Yes, everything is in order, they have never flown a black flag. So draw a conclusion: do you need the sea if you can’t swim in it? If the photo is posted, I will note on it that there are no prohibitions for diving under any flag, after all, you pay for diving separately, and you have already paid for not swimming in the sea. What else would you like to tell? About the fact that the Slav brothers love the hotel, in the form of hot boys and girls from Ukraine, about the fact that you get tired of them on the second day, of their beer blisters and thick cellulite asses? I don't think it's worth it. We know that the poor must be treated with sympathy. The only thing that always puzzles me is WHY DO THEY SPEAK RUSSIAN IN EGYPT?????
Everyone, let's not talk about them. Just be patient and accept the inevitable (if you're still thinking about the Hilton).
And further. Keep all things in a suitcase under lock and key, there are such small codes. And then, you will be surprised by an unexpected surprise. It looks like this.

The day before departure, I washed and dried all the "hydrashka". 10 hours before departure, I folded it in one place in front of the wardrobe trunk. 3 hours before departure, I began to put everything in a wardrobe trunk and discovered the loss of the dive computer. The thing looks like a watch, it costs 400 euros, but it is expensive because it stores the profiles of all dives. I am sitting in front of the wardrobe trunk in a slight shock - after all, there was a little thing in the morning, but no. Well done wife (special respect to her) went to the room-boy and told him about the loss. She was not shy in epithets and in love for the TOURIST POLICE, which alerted the latter. So he, the benefactor, said that they don’t steal from them here, that I just lost it (the computer). And he began to look for him by number. And about a miracle! wizard! found a computer under the bed. I was still in shock for a long time... You put things in one place. and they materialize in another. Yes, and at the reception (and we are not proud people, they told us everything) we were given to understand - you drink a lot, scatter everything, then make claims... Here is such a Hilton End.
If you've read to the end, thank you. If you're still going to the Hilton, good luck.