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Returned recently. To visit summer on New Year's Eve is, of course, worth a lot. The weather is amazing - the sun is gentle, the sea is most tender, the vegetation is fragrant... Beauty in a word!
The hotel was pleased with the well-groomed, pleasantly decorated territory and interiors, the food is quite edible and quite diverse. If you wish, you can try something new every day of the week, although the set of dishes for breakfast and lunch is usually the same. Dinners are themed.
The beach seemed strange to me. The sand is somewhat reddish, but given the fact that you don’t need to lie on it - there are sunbeds with mattresses - this does not bother you.
Corals are essential. In principle, at first we managed without them - the discomfort from walking on the corals is not so great, but once we saw a sea urchin under a pebble (needles 10 centimeters long) and greeted the moray eel, we preferred to swim shod.
They refused long-distance excursions, because they did not want to waste precious time lying in the sun and snorkeling (lying with a mask on the booty to the top on the surface of the water and looking at the inhabitants of the sea)))) An amazing sight! We went by shuttle bus to Naama Bay and to the old town. There are not too many impressions - everything is "show-off for visitors". Shops, shops, shops, cafes....In the shops, everything is the same for everyone and of some dubious quality - and the prices are for tourists (((
What is worth taking is boat trips with the opportunity to swim in the sea. On the beach of the hotel, they were allowed to swim only aground - those who approached the edge of the reef were immediately stopped by specially trained guys with a whistle. It was not possible to swim from the pontoon at all - the red flag proudly fluttered on it all week. The reason was not really explained. Honestly looking into their eyes, they said that it was not connected with sharks, the current seemed to be waves... In short, they saw the real beauty only by sailing on a boat to the island of Tiran (it can be seen directly from the hotel) and swimming a little in the sea on depth. The spectacle is breathtaking! There are such corals, so many living creatures, such a bewitching blue abyss! Definitely a must see! We didn't dive - it wasn't planned, but it was tempting to dive. . .
Animation in the hotel is quite unobtrusive. I can not say anything bad, but I did not cause much enthusiasm either. Its necessity is felt on the third day, when from delicious food and lying on the beach you begin to notice how the sides begin to grow right before your eyes. This is where aqua aerobics, step aerobics, dances of the peoples of the world, etc. come to the rescue. Particularly zealous, they say, they even reach the gym. But, to be honest, I didn’t have enough time and energy for it. On the street, beauty, air - I didn’t want to look at all this through the glass at all.
Returning to the beginning of my description and the charming exterior and interior of the hotel, let me describe a curiosity that still reminds me of Egypt with a temperature and a runny nose.
As it turned out, the fantasy of Egyptian architects does not take into account everything. She did not take into account, for example, such a curiosity as... rain. This miracle of nature happened on the eve of our departure. The first drops of rain caused a mixture of panic and delight among the local staff. Some filmed the rain on their mobile phones, others rushed along the beach, collecting sand in special bags and laying out the edges of the pool and paths with them. Our giggles and jokes about the expected tsunami were punished by something we didn't expect. Usual, according to our, Ukrainian standards, May thunderstorm (well, December in general) flooded the hotel in the truest sense of the word. Water began to accumulate on the paths and specially trained guys began to run around and disperse puddles with mops. It turned out that there were no drains at all. And not just on the tracks. It wasn't even in the buildings. . . At first, the water began to come into the room from the balcony - the angle of inclination created a puddle right at the palcon door. After another couple of hours, it flowed from the front door - a puddle also gathered there right at the entrance and water poured into the hut through the threshold. The room was on the second floor. At first we took this as an advantage, because we assumed that those who are on the first one are still wet, but they were mistaken. We also had a leak from the flat roof, which turned into a mini-pool. Not a single groove, not a single hole, not a single drainpipe!
The territory was de-energized, evil tourists wandered ankle-deep in water - its level in the rooms and on the territory of the hotel was approximately the same. The staff threw all their efforts to save the reception and the restaurant. I tried to call there a couple of times, and once they even answered me that they would send a person who would remove the water from the room. But, of course, the hotel was not able to solve the problems of all the guests with a dozen mops and a couple of dozen cleaners. I did not call again, however, the telephone connection also cut off by midnight.
The suitcase was collected on the bed - my husband floated to the closet and into the bathroom, carried all the belongings to the bed and sitting on this island, I tried to pack on the way back.
To the credit of the hotel, dinner and breakfast took place on schedule - the kitchen, as it turned out, works in any weather. What can not be said about everything else - the pool turned cloudy, all the entertainment stopped working. The only thing left to do was to sit in a de-energized flooded room or run around the hotel, trying to buy a guy with a mop from German tourists. The stakes were growing before our eyes. If yesterday they gave 1 dollar for cleaning, then in the conditions of the cataclysm - all 3!
The apogee of all this leapfrog was a huge piece of drywall that fell from the ceiling of the restaurant. Fortunately, no one was covered.
It was also fun when the reception told us that they could not check us out because the computer was not working. In the end, they let him go peacefully, but it was funny.
Incredibly, this whole apocalypse lasted less than a day. Ordinary rain - nothing supernatural... We also observed the consequences of its destructive power on the way to the airport in the form of flooded roads and washed curbstones.
The memory is vivid, but alas, not the most pleasant (((It's a shame that it was the final chord of the trip, but I sympathize much more with those for whom it was the first day - it was just a big race. Many tried to immediately raise their tour operators and I don’t know the outcome, but I hope that people still managed to rest and rehabilitate themselves.
Fortunately, as the locals said, they have such a miracle of nature 1-2 days a year. Exclusive for the lucky ones, in a word.
Well, enough info to get started. I wish you all good weather, well, or at least a guy with a mop, if so ; O)
The hotel was pleased with the well-groomed, pleasantly decorated territory and interiors, the food is quite edible and quite diverse. If you wish, you can try something new every day of the week, although the set of dishes for breakfast and lunch is usually the same. Dinners are themed.
The beach seemed strange to me. The sand is somewhat reddish, but given the fact that you don’t need to lie on it - there are sunbeds with mattresses - this does not bother you.
Corals are essential. In principle, at first we managed without them - the discomfort from walking on the corals is not so great, but once we saw a sea urchin under a pebble (needles 10 centimeters long) and greeted the moray eel, we preferred to swim shod.
They refused long-distance excursions, because they did not want to waste precious time lying in the sun and snorkeling (lying with a mask on the booty to the top on the surface of the water and looking at the inhabitants of the sea)))) An amazing sight! We went by shuttle bus to Naama Bay and to the old town. There are not too many impressions - everything is "show-off for visitors". Shops, shops, shops, cafes....In the shops, everything is the same for everyone and of some dubious quality - and the prices are for tourists (((
What is worth taking is boat trips with the opportunity to swim in the sea. On the beach of the hotel, they were allowed to swim only aground - those who approached the edge of the reef were immediately stopped by specially trained guys with a whistle. It was not possible to swim from the pontoon at all - the red flag proudly fluttered on it all week. The reason was not really explained. Honestly looking into their eyes, they said that it was not connected with sharks, the current seemed to be waves... In short, they saw the real beauty only by sailing on a boat to the island of Tiran (it can be seen directly from the hotel) and swimming a little in the sea on depth. The spectacle is breathtaking! There are such corals, so many living creatures, such a bewitching blue abyss! Definitely a must see! We didn't dive - it wasn't planned, but it was tempting to dive. . .
Animation in the hotel is quite unobtrusive. I can not say anything bad, but I did not cause much enthusiasm either. Its necessity is felt on the third day, when from delicious food and lying on the beach you begin to notice how the sides begin to grow right before your eyes. This is where aqua aerobics, step aerobics, dances of the peoples of the world, etc. come to the rescue. Particularly zealous, they say, they even reach the gym. But, to be honest, I didn’t have enough time and energy for it. On the street, beauty, air - I didn’t want to look at all this through the glass at all.
Returning to the beginning of my description and the charming exterior and interior of the hotel, let me describe a curiosity that still reminds me of Egypt with a temperature and a runny nose.
As it turned out, the fantasy of Egyptian architects does not take into account everything. She did not take into account, for example, such a curiosity as... rain. This miracle of nature happened on the eve of our departure. The first drops of rain caused a mixture of panic and delight among the local staff. Some filmed the rain on their mobile phones, others rushed along the beach, collecting sand in special bags and laying out the edges of the pool and paths with them. Our giggles and jokes about the expected tsunami were punished by something we didn't expect. Usual, according to our, Ukrainian standards, May thunderstorm (well, December in general) flooded the hotel in the truest sense of the word. Water began to accumulate on the paths and specially trained guys began to run around and disperse puddles with mops. It turned out that there were no drains at all. And not just on the tracks. It wasn't even in the buildings. . . At first, the water began to come into the room from the balcony - the angle of inclination created a puddle right at the palcon door. After another couple of hours, it flowed from the front door - a puddle also gathered there right at the entrance and water poured into the hut through the threshold. The room was on the second floor. At first we took this as an advantage, because we assumed that those who are on the first one are still wet, but they were mistaken. We also had a leak from the flat roof, which turned into a mini-pool. Not a single groove, not a single hole, not a single drainpipe!
The territory was de-energized, evil tourists wandered ankle-deep in water - its level in the rooms and on the territory of the hotel was approximately the same. The staff threw all their efforts to save the reception and the restaurant. I tried to call there a couple of times, and once they even answered me that they would send a person who would remove the water from the room. But, of course, the hotel was not able to solve the problems of all the guests with a dozen mops and a couple of dozen cleaners. I did not call again, however, the telephone connection also cut off by midnight.
The suitcase was collected on the bed - my husband floated to the closet and into the bathroom, carried all the belongings to the bed and sitting on this island, I tried to pack on the way back.
To the credit of the hotel, dinner and breakfast took place on schedule - the kitchen, as it turned out, works in any weather. What can not be said about everything else - the pool turned cloudy, all the entertainment stopped working. The only thing left to do was to sit in a de-energized flooded room or run around the hotel, trying to buy a guy with a mop from German tourists. The stakes were growing before our eyes. If yesterday they gave 1 dollar for cleaning, then in the conditions of the cataclysm - all 3!
The apogee of all this leapfrog was a huge piece of drywall that fell from the ceiling of the restaurant. Fortunately, no one was covered.
It was also fun when the reception told us that they could not check us out because the computer was not working. In the end, they let him go peacefully, but it was funny.
Incredibly, this whole apocalypse lasted less than a day. Ordinary rain - nothing supernatural... We also observed the consequences of its destructive power on the way to the airport in the form of flooded roads and washed curbstones.
The memory is vivid, but alas, not the most pleasant (((It's a shame that it was the final chord of the trip, but I sympathize much more with those for whom it was the first day - it was just a big race. Many tried to immediately raise their tour operators and I don’t know the outcome, but I hope that people still managed to rest and rehabilitate themselves.
Fortunately, as the locals said, they have such a miracle of nature 1-2 days a year. Exclusive for the lucky ones, in a word.
Well, enough info to get started. I wish you all good weather, well, or at least a guy with a mop, if so ; O)
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