были в 2016 were in 2016

Good day! I consider it a crime against my compatriots not to write a review about this wonderful hotel. If we knew what was going on there, we would have handed over the vouchers despite the fact that we would lose part of the amount. Mayhem!! ! Who else is thinking, I advise you not to consider this concentration camp. You will regret that the money and time were not spent in vain, but you are simply buying a ticket to hell. Ydash in Alanya and Korient in Kemer now seem like a fairy tale to my wife and I, although once we spat at the memory of them. Wait, do not leave my review, the beginning is a little boring, but the denouement is ahead. Maybe you can get something useful. We rested (so to speak) in Safa from 6 to 16 July this year. There were four of us: my wife and I and a daughter with a two-year-old son. I'll start with what numbers they shoved us, seeing that we were with a small child. We asked for rooms on the quiet side and were offered $20 per room, as advised by the guide, and this has always been the case before. But they refused the money, letting us know where we would end up if we did not agree to their terms. The porter took us to our mansions. We took the elevator to the 1st floor and entered a dark, like a basement, red corridor, along which we walked a hundred meters or more. Three energy-saving bulbs for 16 candles are lit along the entire corridor, and they light up through photocells in turn, in order to save money. It was somehow creepy, as if we were not in a hotel, but in Crosses (there is a very famous prison in St. Petersburg, which even the respected Alexander Rosenbaum mentioned in one of his songs). When we entered the rooms, we were shocked by what we saw. It was the exact opposite of what we asked for and the hotel was empty. After a couple of days, the crowd just started to pull up, many of them are Arabs. We have never seen anything so wretched and wretched anywhere else. And the windows were in the courtyard, where the music yells all day long and the animators fool around. The air conditioner is central, that is, if you turn it on, it will buzz, but it will cool only at certain hours. This joke is all over the hotel. There are no refrigerators anywhere, although there were once, because there were sockets for them in the tables. Instead, bring bleach with you to store products using Arabic technology (details will be below). There is no question of a hair dryer. The wife went to the front desk in anger, they ripped off 40 bucks for a room, but they moved them to rooms with a sea view right above the roof of the lobby. By the way, these rooms are the best thing in this viper. During the rest, we only got stuck in elevators twice and there were other lucky ones besides us, and we had to get out of them, opening the doors with our hands. None of the buttons respond to anything. For drinks, even for water for a child, in order to make porridge, you have to stand in line, sometimes even up to half an hour. There is never boiling water, even tea is not brewed. Coffee - slop, wines are the same. Another potion called Mahito is poured. Beer is okay, but they give half a cup. People wanting to drink beer stand in line after every sip. In the toshnilovka pseudo-buffet with all sorts of nastiness, and you have to stand in line for each feeder. Meat and fish, if this “something” can be called with these words, is given out, and everything is rotten with an abundance of spices to kill the stench. Cakes and watermelon with melon are also available. If he came up with two plates to take for two, they give for one only. So the babies are also in line with the plates. There are no other fruits. There are no napkin holders on the tables either, they put one piece per person. They save money, and asking them for more napkins is just a crime. All vegetables and pasta are soaked in bleach, there is a suspicion that bleach replaces refrigerators in them. I can't give any other explanation. Zucchini and eggplants are fried in old oil, so when combined with bleach, you get the impression that you are eating a cool-winded boar. They tried it, spat on it and left for sausage in Hammamet. She, though with feathers and bones, but without glutamate. Compared to hotel food, just cimus. At lunch, for tea or coffee, you have to go to a cafe, again in line. In the dining room, only Sprite and Fanta. I can't stand this poison, especially drinking cakes with it, but I drank there, there's nowhere to go. Drunk for the rest of my life. Now, if ever I have to try it, I will immediately feel like a tourist in Tunisia. The water is nasty not only in the hotel, but also in stores bought the same. No water is brought to the rooms. Luxury. Met a woman from Pyatigorsk. Luckily for us, she had a boiler, like Alla Borisovna's. She, seeing our plight, lent it to us. At least it's easier for the little ones to cook. Literally in 2 days, he was overgrown with a layer of lime dissolved in water (not Fine, thank God, but a boiler). Our poor kidneys. People stand with plates, breathing fumes into each other's necks and pushing with their bellies hanging down to the knees in front of them, like prisoners of war. At the entrance to the dining room, these Arab bastards gather a crowd without letting them into the hall, and then open the doors and, with shouts of “start” and “bon appetit, ” openly mock the tourists who bring them their wages and their well-being. Films about the Great Patriotic War about concentration camps immediately rise before our eyes, how the Fritz mocked the prisoners. They would also give out a striped robe. Often went to Hammamet in General for food. They took canned food and toss the sausage afterward into the stomach so that the tail does not straighten out of hunger. Approaching the reception with any requests is almost useless. They didn't even bother with the elevator. Safe is also at the reception. . 3 tubrik a day for a slot into which I could not even fit my SLR camera, which these non-Christians only saw on TV in American films. It's only good for docks and money. Expensive things have to be closed in a suitcase at your own peril and risk. The cleaners competently turn on the fool, if you give little, they do everything to harm, they got it. But they are so smiling, just sweethearts. They come before dinner, when people come from the sea to wash and have lunch. You come, and towels are collected for replacement, and every day, and fresh ones do not appear immediately, but when they decide to bring them. The room was left open twice. Wellcome, grab the suitcase, take it wherever you want and calmly gut it (note to thieves). The floors in the rooms are washed with bleach, and with bleach, as I already wrote, there is no tension. Eyes eats, as in an army toilet. A grandson in socks walked across the damp floor and they changed color from bright purple to dirty brown. Subsequently, I asked the reception for signs that are hung on the outside handle of the front door of the room, if you do not want an untimely visit from the staff, but in normal hotels they are present in the rooms. There was a case when the daughter and grandson returned from the beach. There was a cleaner in their room. They went into the bathroom, slammed the door to take a shower, but couldn't open it. Luckily we were in the next room. The wife came to ask them something. After 10 minutes we released them. And the cleaning lady appeared with help only after forty minutes. There are no telephones in the toilets like in normal hotels. The rooms are, but do not work. I can imagine what would have happened if they had rested there without us. There was a chance to sit there for a day, until the next visit of the cleaning lady. Hang up a sign and no one will come in. I had to take the toilet doors off the hinges in both rooms to avoid accidentally locking myself. Let me tell you about the sea. Thank God the sea is calm. Beautiful, azure, the sand on the shore and under the water is just lovely. Jellyfish are often found, and there are also dangerous ones. But I'm not offended by that. The phenomenon is normal. You won't see that in the Red Sea. The beach is run down, no one normally cleans and does nothing at all. Beach workers only occupy places in the morning for tourists for money, occasionally gutting urns. There was a wind of 5 days, probably, umbrellas fell right on the tourists. Well, no one got hurt. Conclusion: we were in Tunisia for the first time and the last. Egypt will open - let's go back there, home, to lovely Hurghada. There, although it is also dirty in the city, but compared to Tunisia, Aryan purity. The food and service are top notch. The staff in front of each tourist twice “Ku” does and crouches. A good bazaar there, all sorts of fruits are unmeasured. Only the price tags are written in Arabic numerals (not the Arabic ones that we have, but theirs). I had to study them in order to navigate the market. After all, most of the Arabs, in addition to their own language, cannot answer in any other language, but they suck like twice two. Poltinik celebrated there in the 13th year. In the afternoon they came with a postcard, invited me to an evening in a cafe, sang Happy Days in Arabic, gave me an awesome cake. True, there was nowhere to ram it, because, as I said, everything is OK with food in Egypt. They ate a piece, the rest was presented to the staff who participated in this show. Here is my brief review, I would write a lot more, but listing everything is like writing a book. I would write, but there is no gift. Good luck to everyone in your choice and enjoy your stay. Sincerely, Oleg Platov, city of St. Petersburg. E-mail: rereheprf11@gmail. com. You come in, if that! P. S. A friend wrote that on July 17 at 9 am, tourists staged a riot. invited the owner of the hotel, almost broke it, but the reaction was enough for two days, then everything remained the same. The agency did not even warn us about these delights when they were selling tickets. And this office is called Express tour, the coolest operator in Tunisia, they took it from an agency called "For a ticket" on Ligovsky lane. Be vigilant, do not draw conclusions from one review. People, as a rule, are going to rest in a good mood and with pink glasses on their eyes and want to believe only positive reviews. Here we are in a hurry so fooled, dug a little on the sites. Result on the face. Well, thanks for being alive, as Vladimir Semenovich sang.