Ants, Mohameds, jackals and rednecks

Written: 20 october 2010
Travel time: 2 — 16 october 2010
Who does the author recommend the hotel to?: For recreation with friends, for young people
Your rating of this hotel:
10.0
from 10
Hotel ratings by criteria:
Rooms: 8.0
Service: 10.0
Cleanliness: 9.0
Food: 10.0
Amenities: 10.0
In the first lines of my review, I will hasten to pour a choice of shit on people who write bad reviews about this hotel, calling it dirty, the service staff - rude, and the sea - the absence of the sea.
Kill yourself against the wall and never again go abroad beyond the Crimea. Your dull faces spoil the image of modern Russia in the eyes of foreigners. It seems like they are already starting to love us, and then you fly in - soviet, scandalous, dissatisfied with everything goblins.
My wife and I had a great time at this amazing hotel. They gave us a good room, however, with a dumb door in the wall leading to no one knows where, like Max Fry's. In this "it is not clear where" very often they had noisy sex and sang songs. For some, these groans (and in both of the above cases) would have hurt, but it was fun for us.

Ants lived in room 555 before us and the safe did not work - no problem, I called Mohamed at the reception, he sent two more Mohameds who killed the ants and fixed the safe. I wanted to leave the ants alive, as I respect the collective mind of these insects, but my wife insisted (((
In the early days, I noticed that there were a lot of scary women around. Okay, England and Poland - only crocodiles live there, but the scarecrows came from Russia and Ukraine. A sort of queens of cellulite and mistresses of fat folds on the sides sauntered around the hotel and the beach. One, however, was with a normal figure, but her face was very similar to Nicolas Sarkozy. Involuntarily, I projected the Rehana contingent onto the entire female population of Russia and Ukraine and, fortunately, turned out to be wrong. From the second week of our vacation, normal girls came to the hotel, some of them even very personal.
Arabs are people, though stupid, but very friendly. It is enough to exchange a couple of phrases with them and give them a dollar so that they call you their friend. They will pour more for their friends and, in general, treat them very courteously. They, like all normal people, will respond to rudeness with rudeness. Very many of our tourists behaved with the Mohameds like the last cattle - they sent nakuy, yelled at them, insulted, constantly reminded that "we have everything paid for. " Here is such a redneck then writes about rude staff.
The local population, it should be noted, goes to work like a strip club. Their girls are always wrapped in a hundred clothes, fat and probably scary. And ours walk around the hotel in an outfit worthy of a Playboy photo shoot. Mohameds drool, compliment, try to touch the girl as soon as her man turns away, and they will probably masturbate somewhere behind the fence. Therefore, one cannot let a girl go anywhere in Egypt - they will fuck her.
I recommend drinking tequila from strong alcohol. Shit, of course, but with salt and lemon it will do just fine. And if you don’t want to give His Majesty Drishch a few days of rest, eat wisely - do not mix fish with meat, meat with beans, pasta with potatoes, sweet with salty, cognac with beer

From excursions I recommend, of course, Cairo. To go to Egypt and not see the pyramids is a sin. You can also go on a motto safari, but only on an individual tour. The guide will smoke you if you are friendly with him, and you can get good hashish from a Bedouin with souvenirs for $10. Excursions should be taken only in local agencies - there is no point in overpaying the operator.
A separate note to the benefit of those traveling through Mostravel with a guide Mahmoud. I hope, by the way, he was fired after my complaint. This son of a jackal and a camel combines all the vices of mankind: malice, greed, meanness, envy and, possibly, sodomy. Upon learning that we did not take tickets through him, but three times cheaper, he began to plot all sorts of intrigues for us, as well as to be rude and deceive. He sold our friends 100 bucks for 4.000 rubles, and in a force majeure situation, when they needed to call urgently, he sold them a local SIM card for 15 dollars, although he had previously offered them for 10. Mahmud, IMHO, should be impaled on a stake smeared with khokhlyatsky fat, and then buried in a pigskin.
In some reports I read that "there is no sea as such. " It's hard for me to imagine what a flawed vegetable you have to be to write such a thing. If myriads of fish, octopuses, moray eels, sea urchins and stars, shells and giant Napoleon fish are “there is no sea”, then I am Boris Moiseev. The lifeguard whistles and kicks everyone off the reef, because dangerous and biting marine life periodically arrive. By the way, I helped him drive out stupid Russian-speaking tourists who brushed him off, not realizing that a person is responsible for the safety of their asses with work. Again, I was struck by the stupidity of our compatriots, trampling down corals that had grown hundreds of years before them and did not know grief. Don't fucking step on the corals!
Feel free to go to this hotel for the best vacation and say hello from me to the lifeguards and all the bartenders. Mahmud, if he is not buried in a pigskin by this time, please spit in the face.
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