The hotel is not bad, but with terrible nuances. As in a barrel of honey a spoonful of tar

Written: 16 december 2019
Travel time: 7 — 16 december 2019
Your rating of this hotel:
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Hotel ratings by criteria:
Rooms: 1.0
Service: 4.0
Cleanliness: 10.0
Food: 7.0
Amenities: 4.0
The last six months have been very stressful, so in December, on my birthday, I wanted to give myself a little fly, a sea of ​ ​ fish and reload, calm my nerves.
Budget hotel *** Viva Sharm with good reviews and more to take vacationers to the gorgeous beach Farsha with beautiful reefs - just those.
PROS:
1. Beautiful well-groomed, pleasant area, clean pools. Well done.
2. Excellent enough, quite varied food. You can follow a healthy diet: many vegetables stewed and fresh, a variety of legumes, there are greens. The only thing - meat, fish are mostly fried. In general - honor and praise.
3. Interesting, quite atmospheric beach with beautiful reefs. But if you don't like flea markets and antiques, you're not here.
4. Hotel fills, not extinct, people are, will not be sad.
5. There are animators, a disco.
CONS.
1.

During the day you have to stand in five lines: during breakfast for scrambled eggs and four lines on the bus: to the beach and from the beach. The queues are serious as follows - 15-30 minutes. The minibus was small, bringing people in 2-3 steps. All this is a bit like a queue for sausage in Soviet times.
2. Old, dirty beach towels in comparison with the towels of five-star hotels subconsciously make you consider yourself a third-class person.
3. The beach, though interesting, but quite crowded and noisy.
UROHI. And now I will add to the barrel of honey a spoonful of tar, which ruined my whole vacation.
1. Settlement. As it turned out, many more people arrived within an hour of my arrival. During the settlement she made a number of strategic mistakes. Since I was going to rest alone, it was important for me to have a safe in the room. Raptors from mosquitoes, hair dryer, I took care of it after reading the reviews. She asked if there was a room with a safe? I was told no.
I think why I have to pay the notorious $ 10 at check-in, there is still no safe, the reviews are good. And here it began. The room I was offered is an old one on the ground floor overlooking the roadway. I catch myself thinking that I'm resting alone and on the ground floor I'll be scared, and I came to rest, not to breathe dust in the road and hear the rumble of taxis until the morning. I count back, I ask the second floor, the money I offer is not taken: either the normal numbers are over, or the money is shallow, or I'm afraid, I think. I watch as the bulk of the newcomers leave, as scalded from the proposed rooms and who scandal, who solves their problems with money. Surprisingly, the normal numbers are pretty fast.
As it turned out, they will pay from 10 to 50 dollars for good numbers.
They give me the second floor. My money is usually not taken in public and, as I misunderstood, hint that I should pay the carrier of suitcases.

The room was not so old, but the second floor, still, well, five dollars paid. Then I look closely, and it seems that I was thrown into a cell. The whole room is occupied by three huge beds, although I rest alone. Gray linen, mint, the impression that it has not changed, the walls, furniture in the blood of killed mosquitoes, dirty doors with cracks, the room is unclear what to smell. I go to the reception twice and ask them to change their clothes. To come the cleaner changes at me on the same gray and crumpled linen and to tell that for it it is necessary to pay. They say I will pay tomorrow, my money has not changed. The answer is today, I will change. The smallest money he changed was $ 5, I had to pay it under the promise that he talked to the administration and tomorrow I will be given a normal number.
Okay. Calmed down. I'll take a shower - no towel. Twice I go to the reception with a request to bring towels. They brought.
Room near the disco, up to 24.
00, it was not possible to fall asleep. At night it froze, the blanket was thin, blowing from the window.
Day two. Today is my birthday. Hooray - interview with the guide at 8.45. There is hope to get to the sea, register and run. It was not here. Registration after the tour of the tourist tours, which I was not going to due to lack of extra funds, the tour was delayed for more than an hour. My third or even fourth mistake: my soul could not stand it and gently protested that the guide did not like it and saying that registration is online, the system will open only at 10.45. I throw everything away, take a taxi and go to the beach. I come back, talk to the administration for the number, no one knows anything, they will not change. Guide on the spot, I'm going to register.
Here the guide begins to take revenge on me, with the words: “you are Ukrainian, Ukrainians are all like that; take off your sunglasses, it's disrespectful to me. ”. It was the last straw on my birthday.
Diligently included two raptors, + treat the room with mosquito spray, which asked the cleaner. I react terribly to mosquitoes. The bites do not last several weeks.

The next day I wake up well eaten. Once again, I decorate the room, despite the bites added twice. With horror I begin to remember how bedbugs bite, which I have not seen since the early 80's, when I settled in a student dormitory. I lift the mattresses, find in several places traces of their stay, one dried and one fat alive. I commit murder and run with the corpse of a bedbug to the administrator. I am immediately offered another word without words 512. The room is so beautiful, only on the ground floor. I immediately look at the bed, which did not have time to change - a trace of a crushed bedbug, under the mattress, on the seams of the mattress a lot of traces of stay, not seen alive. I refuse the number.
Throw me again in another cell without a balcony, dirty, etc.
I found no traces of bedbugs in it, so I agreed to spend the night out of desperation. Under a sleeping pill at night. Bedbug bites itch wildly and keep in mind that I came here to admire the sea, fish, not numbers.
The next day is the fifth day of rest.
I already got the hotel staff so much that their thoughts materialized: suddenly the wind rose, took down a heavy awning (umbrella, umbrella), which fell on my head and almost sent me to the wrong world. But it worked out.
Another normal net number 509 is offered. Traces of bedbugs were found in two places. There were no survivors. I took a risk, looking at the fact that they were being harassed here quickly, the 520th was poisoned and the cracks in the door were sealed with scotch tape so that they wouldn't fall apart.
They are not biting yet.
Another vacationer friend of mine found in room 529 traces and one dried bug.
The holiday is coming to an end: nerves are damaged, bites itch, bumps on the head swamp…
And God forbid I can fly home without incident.
PS: Hotel staff.
1. Red bloodstains from killed mosquitoes and gnats are easily removed with hydrogen peroxide, as are bedbug marks, (I hope, because they are a product of blood processing, at least washed out with detergents. ) This causes nausea in people immediately.
2. Check after each holiday room for bedbugs, poison in time, twice at weekly intervals. Remove their traces immediately. So you will see if there are new ones or not. And do not shock vacationers, because these insects are very well disguised.
3. Do not allow the use of gray, crumpled linen, because it immediately seems that it was not washed at all. And it is necessary to iron; so you will kill the eggs of bedbugs and, God forbid, scabies or lice.
Otherwise, your customers will quickly run away from you.
PS -2: By the way, new people have already settled in number 520. On Thursday they poisoned for the first time, on Sunday they settled.

People who are there, run away - young couples will hatch in a couple of days…
PS -3. By the way, a good breeding ground for bedbugs can be the beach Farsha. No matter how wonderful and atmospheric it was. A place where old things, furniture, carpets are brought from everywhere, a place where local Arabs constantly hang out on old sofas. Egypt is not as shocked by electromagnetic smog as Kyiv is to get rid of bedbugs and cockroaches, and the climate is likely to suit them.
Unfortunately, I will now associate "antiques" with bedbugs. No wonder flea markets are called flea markets.
Translated automatically from Ukrainian. View original