такого я еще не видела!!!! I have never seen this before!!!!

Do not go people to the Residence Kantaui for a walk! Good day to all! I just arrived from Tunisia and I hasten to share my impressions of the holiday with my compatriots. Let's start with the fact that I go to Tunisia 2-3 times a year for several years, I like this original country with a rich history. . I am very loyal to hotels - I had to live both in threes and in fives. And believe me, some three-ruble notes are very, very decent. So this time, they offered a last-minute trip to the three-ruble note and, within 2 hours, I packed my suitcase and was at the airport... It all started very nicely, the check-in was quick, the flight was not delayed, the mood is excellent - forward - to the sun and the sea! !! ! Hello, beloved Tunisia!! ! We quickly cleared customs at the airport, the transfer bus on the wings of the night drove me to my hotel (it was 3 am)…. And then it began... Hotel Residence Kantaui, 3 stars, in the heart of the entertainment life of Sousse. The hotel had no identifying marks. signals, not a single beacon was on. Night…. And silence…. Involuntarily I remembered Kramorov. . Well, hello ghost hotel. ! A little creepy, but we are not from the timid ten. . The hotel guide Victoria Pozhidaeva (Pegasus) also seems to have heard a lot of passions about the hotel, so she quickly invited me to go inside, nodded at me to the administrator and just as hastily retreated, nodding goodbye, like stay happily....The sleepy administrator “inflated the night light” and asked for my hotel voucher, studied it for a long time, then yawned and said that he would only check in at 12.0 in the afternoon... He spread his arms and went to bed on a dusty sofa in the lobby. Of course, I understood that these are the rules of the hotel and there’s nothing to be done, but it’s only 4 in the morning I want to sleep and take a shower... And all this is only at 12.0. Therefore, I decided to pass the time by talking with a sincere administrator, at the same time offering a small bribe, ugh, humanitarian assistance to him and his family, in exchange for a number... The American ruble bill had an invigorating effect on him, and when I, in addition, exchanged a couple of phrases with him in Arabic - he almost kissed me at all - tears of tenderness and universal love sparkled in his eyes... We go to the room-room like a room-well, the tile on the floor is peeling off, well, the door to the balcony does not open completely - let's exhale, draw in our stomach and slip... Well, the bath is not quite white, the water in the toilet runs and makes noise, it doesn’t go away at all in the sink... Some little things, tea of ​ ​ ​ ​ not blue blood, this is not the main thing and we didn’t go for this, I also have 2 tiles in the bathroom that have fallen off, I live... The main thing is a shower, a bed on a stone pedestal with even white linen, a toilet (and by this time it was a decisive criterion for me - you know - 6 hours of flying and 1.5 hours on trifles) I quickly said goodbye to the hospitable Arab and rushed to the white tiled miracle... Oopsss. Again, a stupor - I didn’t take the instructions for use - in principle, this is a white sanitary ware miracle, standing in the corner, very similar to ours from a distant scoop, BUT !!! ! On the one hand, it is almost close to the wall. . Maybe the Arabs process proceeds somehow differently? Maybe they have adopted a leg while raising it, like in dogs ?? ? There was no time to think - I got used to it - it turned out !!! ! Hurrah!! ! The first victory!! ! Naive, if I knew how many such victories will be ahead!! ! ok, let's leave the rest of the details of physiology and plasticity in vain. Long awaited shower and sleep!!! ! Yes, by the way, I arrived at 4 am, breakfast from 7.30 to 10.30. And my check-in is only at 12.0 It’s not possible to have breakfast in the morning, and it doesn’t matter, we’ll be slimmer, we’ll eat in the city. This I note Pegasus is a hitch so-and-so. . The morning met with rain and a storm - cool - I'm in Africa, albeit in the North, and it's raining! Palm trees bend-storm!!! ! Let the storm come on!! ! Let's not go to the beach today, let's go meet Victoria. I must say, Vika is terribly punctual - she was only 10 minutes late. . She quickly told me about the excursions, after I realized that I had climbed all over Tunisia up and down, her interest in me completely disappeared, again hastily said goodbye and left. Well, it's time for breakfast. By this moment the sky cleared up and the storm ended as quickly as it started. . . And the world around shone in all its splendor and billions of raindrops!! ! Beautyaaa!! ! Add to this the smell of strong aromatic coffee and the freshest pastries!! ! Looking at the snow-white yachts-ehhhh! And life is a success!!!! ! After walking around the city for a bit, I returned to the hotel, where I met wonderful guys from Pyatigorsk. They had a triple room booked, and the administration gave them a 2 + 1 room, and assured them that everything was fair... Everything would be fine, but my daughter is already big and it’s somehow not comme il faut to sleep on the couch... Yes, and the cost is different, as you understand…. Yes, God bless him, with this triple... The rooms have a gas stove and a refrigerator. The limit of dreams, right? Only the refrigerator does not open in any way, because the door is frozen tightly, and there is nothing to cook on the stove - one-time rent of a frying pan again implies humanitarian assistance to the administrator and his family... The question arises, why then stoves? Cooking in the palms Could have 1 saucepan and left in the room. . In the restaurant, we were lucky to meet another positive character of this hotel, the manager... Here you can say for sure about him, where HE has been, there is nothing for a Jew to do there !! ! I'm not offended by the comrades of other concessions, but this one is simply ubiquitous - like Figaro-Figaro there, Figaro here !! ! He is everywhere!!! ! I don’t want to remember breakfasts - I have never seen such meager ones anywhere - think for yourself - no cottage cheese, no pancakes, no fruits !! ! 1 egg, margarine, 2 croissants per person, triangles of Hochland type cheese, 1 type of jam and coffee-cocoa. Croissants take out pieces of 6-7, no more - and if the company is 5 people, 2 will not be enough for everyone... After a while they will be brought, do not worry, but for now enjoy your morning coffee without a croissant, but with pleasure. Moreover, our Figarov always looks into your mouth and plates, so that everything is honest - 2 croissants per brother... and not a crumb more. . If you want a 3rd croissant, give me 1 dinar. And in comparison, a melon on the market also costs one dinar. . Then we realized that Figaro had a one dinar tax for everything, no matter what. For which we dubbed him Mr. 1 dinar. Dinners at the hotel are not even bad, but with the addition, too strained, our vigilant Mr. 1 Dinar is on guard of your figure, and if you forget, he will kindly remind you. After all, Mr. 1 Dinar imposes portions himself - he always remembers who and how much he imposed. . And that you already 1 time approached for the supplement. I had the opportunity to meet with the boss of this hotel - not a very impression, it seems that he is deep-flying to the guests of the hotel - he inherited the hotel and he has another business, the main thing is that the hotel brings some kind of penny, but you can rent it twice. . How? Now I’ll explain... For the weekend, our enterprising owner manages to rent out the hotel area to local residents for weddings and anniversaries. It may seem exotic to someone to attend a real Tunisian wedding, but, I assure you, at 4 o’clock the sounds of the tambour no longer seem so melodic... And if you add to this that at this time you cannot go to the pool, because the event is being held just by the pool, it becomes not fun at all. And fall asleep under the vestibule and the cries of the guests will not succeed. . And don't try. . The only adequate people in the hotel are the administrator Karima and the maid Sophia. They do their job and even more - you can learn about everything firsthand. Sophia was spoiled for her work every day for 1 dinar, left on the bed, she wouldn’t take it on the bedside table. And Karima liked our Russian chocolate. Of course, the rest, no matter how they tried, they didn’t spoil us, everything is blocked by white sand and a stunning turquoise gentle sea, history, ruins, Carthage, an atmosphere of serenity, the smell of jasmine is dizzying, meeting with old friends, a riot of smells and colors in Medina! I won’t stop going to Tunisia, but I don’t go to this hotel anymore !!! ! If you have any questions, I will be happy to answer. PS-Yes, another fly in the ointment - get ready that you will solve your problems yourself - everything is parallel to the hotel guide Victoria Pozhidaeva, she does not want to spoil relations with the hotel administration or is afraid, so she tries to say something timidly, then she understands all the futility of the idea and quietly, in English, without saying goodbye, leaves, leaving you alone with questions... At best, she offers you to solve the problem with the seller of the tour, where you bought it. . What was a big discovery for me personally. . .