LEVEL OF THE HOTEL - AVERAGE

Written: 1 december 2010
Travel time: 1 — 7 december 2010
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The pros of the hotel. Undoubtedly, this location is one of the most successful. The beach is right across the road. The hotel overlooks a mini square with an alley and a cafe. The main street - the artery through which all night life flows - is 1 minute walk. Immediately behind the hotel are unbearably charming alleys lined with restaurants and shops. Rooms. The hotel itself is quite old, but not unpleasantly old, but so cozy, clean, simple. The room is normal. The girlfriends who stayed in Marsol, a more modern hotel with a beautiful lobby and an elevator, had a tighter room, they could not turn around and the window looked exactly into the wall of the neighboring hotel. And I could see the sea, mountains and even the mosaic dome of the church. Cleaned well, left everything you need. The cleaner is a very incendiary Latin American lady, walking down the corridor, smiling, happy for the youth. Food. Passable. Not ice, but tolerable. I eat more around solid restaurants. Staff. FAT MINUS the entire hotel because of the staff. Wild, state farm hassle. 1) An elderly bilious uncle at the reception did not let my girlfriends through. I was shocked. I explained that I live in this hotel. That they came to me and we literally throw the purchases into the room and go for a walk. Not ! not in any! Interestingly, if I had a romantic acquaintance, we would also not be allowed into the room I paid for? The staff in such cases should politely not notice anything. And I ran to their hotel calmly, got together, put on makeup and went for a walk. And no questions from the staff. Not only we suffered from this strange uncle. We heard complaints about him from other guests whom he kicked out (!!! ) from the common terrace on the top floor (there is something like a relaxation area) without explanation. Some wildness. 2) The lady who was on duty in the dining room throughout the rest came up during the meal and asked to see the key to the room. It is unpleasant. I had to prove every day that you don’t enjoy freebies here by entering the hotel from the street. 3) And the staff prepared the most unpleasant, wild, shocking surprise for the last. The bus came for us at 2. Check-out from the room at 10 am. It would seem nonsense, the beach - here it is - across the road. Bags in the storage room, and go sunbathing and swimming for the last 3-4 hours. It wasn't there! The lady at the reception said that she didn't have the key to the storage room. And where is he? She has no idea go and look for yourself. It's in someone's hands. Who has? Some of the tourists, go look. That is, somewhere in the hotel some tourist is walking around with a key in his hands? Silence in response. That is, instead of getting up with the guest, opening and closing the room, the lady simply gave someone the key (!!!!!! ), and she does not know where this someone is. I went up to the room. The room is closed, there is no one near it. I wonder if someone has a check-out right now, and the bags are in the room, how will he get them out of there, also run around the hotel and look for an unknown tourist? Nonsense, game, incredible absurdity! Nevertheless, the sun rises, the day flares up, and I don't want to lose my last hours at sea. So I made one last attempt to talk to this monster. Asked if I could leave my bag at reception if she had lost her key. They looked at me contemptuously, stopped understanding English, stopped raising their heads from the monitor. She spat and went to her friends. They were leaving on a tour, so they just left me the keys to the room, kissed me and left. The staff of their hotel did not make a sound either when I collapsed with them with a bag, or when I left the keys when leaving. Those who lived with me in the Metropol sat for 4 hours in a tiny hotel lobby with suitcases at their feet. Without being able to leave, you can’t leave your suitcases. And the keys were never found. The last time I saw such behavior was in the year 94 in the Chaika sanatorium in the city of Anapa. But here?...
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