Have a rest...

Written: 26 august 2010
Travel time: 7 — 18 august 2010
Your rating of this hotel:
4.0
from 10
Hotel ratings by criteria:
Rooms: 3.0
Service: 5.0
Cleanliness: 7.0
Food: 9.0
Amenities: 9.0
Upon arrival, they put us in the foyer and gave us papers to fill out, after which we all sat together in unison for 40 minutes, or even more, until one x ** with a mustache picks his nose and still gives out the keys to the rooms. We got a room with a "charming" view of the construction site. After being indignant for 1.5 hours, we were told to pay well 20 bucks and we will change the number, showed 2 more numbers, one went to the garbage, the other to the transformer box, we decided to stay in the first one, it turned out to be the most decent.
The food, in principle, is not bad, what we ate was quite normal, you could overeat for dinner, breakfast was meager, boiled eggs every day, a sea of ​ ​ ​ ​ buns, cereal, incomprehensible sour kefir, and leftover cakes and fruits from dinner. The worst thing was that you couldn't get hot drinks at dinner, and all the waiters made crooked faces when we said that we didn't need a drink. One even sent us in Russian to ***.
The beach and sun loungers are lousy, the sand is white mixed with cigarette butts, bones and skins from fruits. The sea is wonderful, but the miduzas spoiled everything.

The rooms were cleaned regularly. In the morning they will come and take away dirty towels, bring clean ones by lunchtime, having quarreled a couple of times, they gave clean ones right away. We had a good maid, cleaned cleanly, didn’t climb anywhere. But one day, she apparently had a day off, another came, rummaged through everything that was possible, stole money and cigarettes. The room was not cleaned. We were shocked. They raised a fuss, after which the attitude towards us became even worse.
The city itself is very dirty, I got the impression that they had never heard of urns. If you walk past merchants, they drag you almost by force into their shops. We went once to the medina, this is their local market, it's a nightmare, our aprashka is just an angel's corner compared to it. (Advice: women don’t go there without men, or wrap yourself up completely, pester, grab for everything that is possible and impossible. )
But despite all the above, the rest was a success, sunbathed, swam in the sea, rested. I can say for sure I won't go there again.
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