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8.0
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Food:
8.0
Amenities:
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I can't help but share my experience and impressions from visiting the hotel and other adventures. . .
The choice of hotel approached very thoroughly and systematically. Initially, I opted for Sharm, but the representative of the tour operator (Pegasus) kindly suggested Redisson in Taba, interested in the possibility of a flight from Kursk (I myself am a nightingale from this region), fairly affordable prices for tours and the absence of a long transfer (from Taba airport to the hotel about 40.50 km - only 40 minutes drive) there were no flights to Sharm from Kursk and I traded the beauty of the sea for the proximity of Israel to the Dead Sea and Jordan to Petra.
Everything started great! We arrived right on schedule, loaded quickly, I was amused by the Egyptian fellows, who inadvertently rip off a dollar from tourists for each loaded bag of luggage on the bus! And if there were two bags, then the same amount of dollars was required! And almost everyone paid! I really pulled out a hundred and demanded change, having calculated for a moment that I was sitting somewhere in the top ten and these oligarchs hadn’t got enough change yet : ) Then, with amazement and fun, I watched from the bus window how poor Egyptian loaders enriched themselves in 10 minutes... by the end of the procedure, their pockets were filled with bucks and we went.
They settled in the hotel quickly, I knew the plan of the hotel from reviews and photos, there was no belmes at the reception in Russian, they broke 10 bucks a day for Siviev, according to the program for fun, I first gave Alenka an elite chocolate bar (specially took it to check after reading the reviews : ) then 20ue. . . I didn’t show off further, because sea view didn’t really interest me at all and was only in the suites in the first row. As a result, I saved the bucks and got a pretty decent room with a good view next to the reception.
At first it seemed that there were few Russian tourists, but within a week they arrived in such a way that it seems to have exceeded half. At the same time, the hotel doesn’t do anything, in my opinion, to attract these very Russians additionally... The bartenders somehow spit, the main thing is “how are you”, Animation is a little better, but there are no Slavs in their group and performances that they somehow showed in the amphitheater, it's definitely not for us. . . otherwise we communicated with them quite tolerably in interslang : ) funny guys, well done! my terrible English, in principle, was enough, but you definitely need to learn!
"Italian" singer with a typical Italian name Ahmet sings quite well, . . sometimes with veneer vocals, but believe good : ))
One Russian fellow Sasha sang "These Eyes Opposite" in karaoke with such a staged vocal that Akhmet did not want to let him go, and "ours" could be proud of their homeland and its individual representatives.
The Pegasus guide Sasha was on site according to the approved schedule, mainly selling vouchers, he helped me once, naturally not free of charge : ) but the tourist from Teztur, who asked for a Russian translation with a non-Russian speaking man at the reception, frankly sent to Teztur... they have a war to see...
The room is clean, although not new, it was cleaned daily, though at different times, so I managed to come to the cleaned room a couple of times... I had to wait and breathe in the air so as not to disturb the guys. Crocodiles and butterflies were sculpted, towels were changed and no tip was asked. I wanted to change the greens for their pounds, to which the guide told me "What the hell? ", And I can say with full confidence that the tip does not affect the quality of cleaning in any way. No one did tricky dirty tricks either, and I have no relationship with anyone figured it out, just smiled at good people and said okay where necessary : ))
Now about food... a separate song...
in the morning they help out chicken eggs in different forms... it is an egg in Africa and an egg !! ! they fry in front of you. Sausages are so-so, only from the lack of meat... this absence is true only for breakfast... but there are cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, cheeses and dozens of a few more seasonings, which I did not try everything, tk. they are mostly not for my stomach... too specific... But pastries are over the roof, cocoa, coffee, quite decent tea of .5-6 varieties in bags. For lunch, eggs are changed to chicken, beef (sometimes quite, and sometimes wildly tough - apparently the cooks work in shifts... ), fish (they don’t know how to do it, or maybe the fish is like that). Again, a lot of specific garbage, which I hadn’t seen before. And rice !! ! this thing is simply necessary due to its usefulness for digestion !! ! And they know how to cook! there is a semblance of pasta, but really cool spaghetti with pasta they cook for dinner on the day of italian cuisine. They spend such days every evening, however, I don’t understand how the day of English cuisine differs, except for paraphernalia in the form of a flag, from, for example, French. Most of all I enjoyed the day of Chinese cuisine. I really put the standard chickens, beef slices and something else on my plate first, and only then I saw the DUCK being cut into portions !! ! I went for this duck three times and then sent my wife to reconnaissance : )) For dinner, in general, the choice is more and more fun. From fruits, oranges, tangerines, apples, guava, unripe dates, melon, grapefoot. Wine red white and rose. . . so-so but drinkable. I can’t rate vodka and their other strong drinks, because. I used them only in the form of cocktails, diluted with juices. I taught their bartenders how to make Bloody Mary. . . : ) they didn't make fun, they asked what it's called. . . Juices from 1l packages, naturally reconstituted, but not diluted: ) tomato juice in cans of 0.2 l. . . cola sprite in bars from bottling machines at least fill up. Beer is normal, goes for a sweet soul in terms of warmth.
It really wasn't hot. The temperature is 22-26, the water is 21-22. Swimming is no problem for us, but the locals say it's cold. In the most intense heat, the sand remains cool. The last 2 days have been covered with clouds, and there was enough sun. True, the wind blows almost all the time and it is never hot. There is less wind near the pool, but there is another misfortune - flies. Sometimes they get it in order.
The animators on the beach are calling to the volleybooool, and by the pool aquazhiiii (aqua aerobics). They are trying to teach Latino dances and their signature Lavace dance (it's something about a cow that waves its hooves in a funny way and makes not quite modest movements with its pelvis : )) small, but also almost all the cleaners and service staff on the beach. According to undercover intelligence, they offer not only a heavenly massage, but also a luxurious hashish vacation in a super room, which may well turn into a drunken fuck in the desert. . . not recommended even for extreme people!
We really learned about such quirks from "countrymen" who accidentally saw us off from "our" planet already before departure. We learned a lot more new things... that another bus with Russian tourists turned over again and relatives do not find a place in Russia because our flight from Taba to Kursk Pegasov "extremists" canceled for their most likely mercantile reasons and we have to go not 40 km to Taba but 250 to Sharm, and we will arrive not in Kursk but in Domodedovo, and we will not be in Kursk at 7-30 in the morning 12-15 hours later, exhausted by bus jolts at 550 km... and this despite the fact that 70 tourists planned to be met at Kursk airport by personal transport and rode in holey summer slippers, many with children and ALL actually undressed... And them on snow in 10-degree frost from 25-degree heat. And the representative of Pegasus Marina in Domodedovo called the drivers or someone else for so long that she then told everyone “let’s go” and led the crowd of people out into the street and we, waiting for two buses, stood for another half an hour in wet snow porridge! BLISS!! ! In general, anything can happen, especially for SUCH money, I don’t particularly complain, but it would be possible for Pegasus not to behave so frankly like a pig at the end... The company is, in general, serious, I rested with them before and I understand that this is to a certain extent a coincidence, but such random situations form a general opinion about the Firm : ( After all, even the bastards did not apologize!
The choice of hotel approached very thoroughly and systematically. Initially, I opted for Sharm, but the representative of the tour operator (Pegasus) kindly suggested Redisson in Taba, interested in the possibility of a flight from Kursk (I myself am a nightingale from this region), fairly affordable prices for tours and the absence of a long transfer (from Taba airport to the hotel about 40.50 km - only 40 minutes drive) there were no flights to Sharm from Kursk and I traded the beauty of the sea for the proximity of Israel to the Dead Sea and Jordan to Petra.
Everything started great! We arrived right on schedule, loaded quickly, I was amused by the Egyptian fellows, who inadvertently rip off a dollar from tourists for each loaded bag of luggage on the bus! And if there were two bags, then the same amount of dollars was required! And almost everyone paid! I really pulled out a hundred and demanded change, having calculated for a moment that I was sitting somewhere in the top ten and these oligarchs hadn’t got enough change yet : ) Then, with amazement and fun, I watched from the bus window how poor Egyptian loaders enriched themselves in 10 minutes... by the end of the procedure, their pockets were filled with bucks and we went.
They settled in the hotel quickly, I knew the plan of the hotel from reviews and photos, there was no belmes at the reception in Russian, they broke 10 bucks a day for Siviev, according to the program for fun, I first gave Alenka an elite chocolate bar (specially took it to check after reading the reviews : ) then 20ue. . . I didn’t show off further, because sea view didn’t really interest me at all and was only in the suites in the first row. As a result, I saved the bucks and got a pretty decent room with a good view next to the reception.
At first it seemed that there were few Russian tourists, but within a week they arrived in such a way that it seems to have exceeded half. At the same time, the hotel doesn’t do anything, in my opinion, to attract these very Russians additionally... The bartenders somehow spit, the main thing is “how are you”, Animation is a little better, but there are no Slavs in their group and performances that they somehow showed in the amphitheater, it's definitely not for us. . . otherwise we communicated with them quite tolerably in interslang : ) funny guys, well done! my terrible English, in principle, was enough, but you definitely need to learn!
"Italian" singer with a typical Italian name Ahmet sings quite well, . . sometimes with veneer vocals, but believe good : ))
One Russian fellow Sasha sang "These Eyes Opposite" in karaoke with such a staged vocal that Akhmet did not want to let him go, and "ours" could be proud of their homeland and its individual representatives.
The Pegasus guide Sasha was on site according to the approved schedule, mainly selling vouchers, he helped me once, naturally not free of charge : ) but the tourist from Teztur, who asked for a Russian translation with a non-Russian speaking man at the reception, frankly sent to Teztur... they have a war to see...
The room is clean, although not new, it was cleaned daily, though at different times, so I managed to come to the cleaned room a couple of times... I had to wait and breathe in the air so as not to disturb the guys. Crocodiles and butterflies were sculpted, towels were changed and no tip was asked. I wanted to change the greens for their pounds, to which the guide told me "What the hell? ", And I can say with full confidence that the tip does not affect the quality of cleaning in any way. No one did tricky dirty tricks either, and I have no relationship with anyone figured it out, just smiled at good people and said okay where necessary : ))
Now about food... a separate song...
in the morning they help out chicken eggs in different forms... it is an egg in Africa and an egg !! ! they fry in front of you. Sausages are so-so, only from the lack of meat... this absence is true only for breakfast... but there are cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, cheeses and dozens of a few more seasonings, which I did not try everything, tk. they are mostly not for my stomach... too specific... But pastries are over the roof, cocoa, coffee, quite decent tea of .5-6 varieties in bags. For lunch, eggs are changed to chicken, beef (sometimes quite, and sometimes wildly tough - apparently the cooks work in shifts... ), fish (they don’t know how to do it, or maybe the fish is like that). Again, a lot of specific garbage, which I hadn’t seen before. And rice !! ! this thing is simply necessary due to its usefulness for digestion !! ! And they know how to cook! there is a semblance of pasta, but really cool spaghetti with pasta they cook for dinner on the day of italian cuisine. They spend such days every evening, however, I don’t understand how the day of English cuisine differs, except for paraphernalia in the form of a flag, from, for example, French. Most of all I enjoyed the day of Chinese cuisine. I really put the standard chickens, beef slices and something else on my plate first, and only then I saw the DUCK being cut into portions !! ! I went for this duck three times and then sent my wife to reconnaissance : )) For dinner, in general, the choice is more and more fun. From fruits, oranges, tangerines, apples, guava, unripe dates, melon, grapefoot. Wine red white and rose. . . so-so but drinkable. I can’t rate vodka and their other strong drinks, because. I used them only in the form of cocktails, diluted with juices. I taught their bartenders how to make Bloody Mary. . . : ) they didn't make fun, they asked what it's called. . . Juices from 1l packages, naturally reconstituted, but not diluted: ) tomato juice in cans of 0.2 l. . . cola sprite in bars from bottling machines at least fill up. Beer is normal, goes for a sweet soul in terms of warmth.
It really wasn't hot. The temperature is 22-26, the water is 21-22. Swimming is no problem for us, but the locals say it's cold. In the most intense heat, the sand remains cool. The last 2 days have been covered with clouds, and there was enough sun. True, the wind blows almost all the time and it is never hot. There is less wind near the pool, but there is another misfortune - flies. Sometimes they get it in order.
The animators on the beach are calling to the volleybooool, and by the pool aquazhiiii (aqua aerobics). They are trying to teach Latino dances and their signature Lavace dance (it's something about a cow that waves its hooves in a funny way and makes not quite modest movements with its pelvis : )) small, but also almost all the cleaners and service staff on the beach. According to undercover intelligence, they offer not only a heavenly massage, but also a luxurious hashish vacation in a super room, which may well turn into a drunken fuck in the desert. . . not recommended even for extreme people!
We really learned about such quirks from "countrymen" who accidentally saw us off from "our" planet already before departure. We learned a lot more new things... that another bus with Russian tourists turned over again and relatives do not find a place in Russia because our flight from Taba to Kursk Pegasov "extremists" canceled for their most likely mercantile reasons and we have to go not 40 km to Taba but 250 to Sharm, and we will arrive not in Kursk but in Domodedovo, and we will not be in Kursk at 7-30 in the morning 12-15 hours later, exhausted by bus jolts at 550 km... and this despite the fact that 70 tourists planned to be met at Kursk airport by personal transport and rode in holey summer slippers, many with children and ALL actually undressed... And them on snow in 10-degree frost from 25-degree heat. And the representative of Pegasus Marina in Domodedovo called the drivers or someone else for so long that she then told everyone “let’s go” and led the crowd of people out into the street and we, waiting for two buses, stood for another half an hour in wet snow porridge! BLISS!! ! In general, anything can happen, especially for SUCH money, I don’t particularly complain, but it would be possible for Pegasus not to behave so frankly like a pig at the end... The company is, in general, serious, I rested with them before and I understand that this is to a certain extent a coincidence, but such random situations form a general opinion about the Firm : ( After all, even the bastards did not apologize!
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