Мои далеко не волшебные каникулы My far from magical vacation

I apologize to all visitors and readers of the site - for technical reasons, it turned out to be rubbish with the previous review. I send it again in a corrected and supplemented version. Returned home after a two-week holiday in Sri Lanka, in Unawatuna, Beach Resort Hotel. The choice of this particular place was preceded by a systematic information search in the Internet, according to its results, the choice became unambiguous: I really wanted to visit “a little paradise on earth”, lie on “one of the 12 best beaches in the world”. All the time there, and upon returning home, I puzzle over the question: what led my compatriots to such wild unbridled delight, what dictated the enthusiastically written reviews, did their authors really not see anything better in their long or not very long life?
I will write a separate review about the flight, Air Arabia deserves it. At the Colombo airport, where we arrived two hours late, we had to wait about two hours for who knows what, we arrived at the hotel after eight in the morning, about 36 hours had passed since leaving the house. And then a surprise awaited us - it turned out that the settlement will take place at 1400, and until then no one wants to know us at the hotel. Formally, they were right, that's what was written in the voucher, but the same voucher included my right to stay and breakfast at the hotel for 12 hours after I left it for the airport.
The protracted two-hour negotiations ended with a gracious permission to have breakfast and a settlement in a room, the furniture of which was laid out of brick and painted on plaster, in the combined bathroom there was a thick sickening stench from the sewer, and the ventilation hatch from it went into the washing room of the restaurant. And all this luxury in the “superior” category!? . The road took away all the forces, they were no longer left to protest

There are two roads from Colombo to Galle: the old one, through the settlements, along which the drive is more than 5 hours, and the new multi-lane highway with excellent coverage and a landscape that pleases the soul, it takes half the time to move along it, and besides, it is much safer, but that's the trouble - You have to pay to travel there. Since the transfer is included in the price of the tour, the host company pays. Why doesn't she increase her earnings from you by another five dollars by saving on the transfer?
There is no coral reef in Unawatuna Bay, and there never was, even before the last tsunami, in any case - within the reach of an ordinary swimmer without technical means. In the sandy bottom of the bay there are numerous outcrops of rocks covered with algae. Surf and wind nail these algae to the shore, the water of which resembles green cabbage soup. There is no hotel beach as such and cannot be, it would be contrary to the laws of the country, the hotel simply brought its sunbeds to the free access beach and dug in umbrellas. A pack of very flea dogs constantly defiles along the beach, constantly dividing the territory among themselves and striving to rest in the shade under your sunbed. No dog toilet has been found on the beach and in the vicinity, the consequences of this are obvious. A diverse and annoying business flourishes in the coastal strip: every three minutes you will be offered to purchase some rags, wood crafts, fruits, some other rubbish, they will invite you in writing to visit the nearest catering establishments and a beauty salon, periodic passages of beggars demonstrating their injuries. It gets through the day.
The water area of ​ ​ the bay is by no means divided into zones for swimming and navigation, everyone berths and sets off where it is convenient for him. The crown number of cool Sri Lankan captains and skippers: acceleration on the afterburner on the water with a flight to the shore - beware, a random passer-by (a child left unattended). A freebie and lafa for drug addicts: a constant light breeze from the sea brings to the shore clouds of exhaust gases from each moored and departed motor boat, boat, jetski, and there are more than a dozen of them in the bay. Either they all have faulty fuel equipment, or gasoline is diluted with donkey urine, but it's harder to breathe than city smog at a crossroads.
No one has thought of washing the mattresses on the sunbeds since the day they were put into operation, the traces of which are obvious and often unsightly. Throughout the beach, where sunbeds are placed, there is one metal waste bin and a couple of ceramic pots. For this reason, all waste is buried in the sand by bashful beachgoers, and scattered by others. Yes, the beach is cleaned, but the ability of the cleaners lags behind the ability of the pollutants.

In addition to the above, periodic attempts to attribute to the bill the cost of bottles of water and chocolates that allegedly disappeared from the minibar. Little things, but annoying.
No, this is not how I imagined a “little paradise on earth”, no matter how enthusiastic reviewers might think it was. You can get a completely similar paradise for half the price in Tunisia, where you can fly direct and twice as close, with all inclusive in addition, unlike the Sri Lankan HB.
From the same object, each subject has his own individual impressions and corresponding conclusions. I have developed the above, and may the Lord punish me if I came up with at least something of what was written.