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Rooms:
6.0
Service:
5.0
Cleanliness:
7.0
Food:
6.0
Amenities:
7.0
I went to Klass. Before the trip, I looked at the reviews, admired the photo of the hotel and found out that the owner of these caravanserais is common. Therefore, I didn’t bother and took a ticket to the “four”. Departure from the “Koral”, met the guys from the “Odeon”. , besides the fact that the guides got their divorces about Pamukkale. Who went, remember: the first question: one of you was in Turkey. I didn’t raise my hand. They say it's open last year. You should definitely see it. With a guide from our company!!! ". They told me this five years ago when I first came to Turetchina. Who was in Pamukkale this year? When will it disappear, huh?
The hotel is the last in the stop, until you take everyone along the way, you can just die of boredom. In general, the trip from Anataliya to Klass lasted three hours. During this time I managed to finish my cognac, take a nap, play cards with my daughter, get to know the guide. everything was gone. To my “Madame, are we not in Syria yet? ”, the guide reassured, “No, another hour and we will arrive. ” We arrived. I liked the hotel the first time. for European design. Well, and Allah is with them. At the reception, surprisingly everything was clear and without delay. A pale girl (Russian, by the way), smiling deadly on duty, gave us bracelets and took us to the room. The room... well, not Rio - de Janeiro, of course. The furniture is old, the socket comes out of the wall with meat, the console from the conish is connected with a rope TO THE WALL)))))) (it was clear there were precedents). But there is TV, air conditioning, a balcony, beds (at the first whistle they brought an extra bed for a child, as I didn’t take a family room, but a standard one) Karoch room is not bad. I recommend-413, windows above the entrance to the hotel, from the balcony it is good to spit in a small pond above the entrance))).
Food... Well, this is Turkey. Hardened in battles with Turkish pickles, he leaned carefully, constantly disinfecting the insides of the Stolichnaya brought to himself. (I don’t use local liquor, otherwise a fierce, mad headache and a subsequent session with a white faience confessor are guaranteed). Later I got used to food.
The contingent. There are Russians. Mostly girls from those who write on the sites - “In the Class-super!! ! Hello Ahmedik, he is such a sweetheart! ”. There were also married couples . . Serbs lived in the next room (Well, very inert, by the way. After watching Hollywood cranberries, everyone asked about Russia (samovar, earflaps, mass executions). in the end, to say that in the fall, we all take revolvers in Moscow, and go out to shoot bears on Tverskaya . . having previously taken a sip of alcohol from a felt boot. And that there was no sex in the Union, Lenin forbid! )
In the middle of the rest, local natives also came to check in. Moreover, when I checked out, they were in the majority in the hotel. And they were sane. And strongly. It was very interesting to watch when local ladies in hijabs (or whatever, well, in short, fully dressed. ) jumped into the pool with a squeal. -fight. “It’s impossible, ” they say. To my objections, why Turkish girls bathe dressed, but I can’t (but maybe I’m a Muslim), the aborgin strained his red seething substance in the skull and immediately forgot Russian. By the way, almost all the staff speak Russian there. unpleasant questions, they completely forget it.
The territory of the Class is small, it is almost non-existent, but all in flowers. Beautiful! There are two pools. If you need to swim in silence, then use the Class 4 pool, if you need slides, animators and a screeching pool of the Five Class. There are bars by the pool, you can eat and drink.
For some reason, the hamam in Klass did not work, I went to the First Klass hammam, I also underwent a massage procedure there. The massage is done by a Russian aunt.
The sea. It was clean and calm. , the entrance to the sea is excellent-small pebbles and sand.
What really got me was local dancing. It works until 5 in the morning... maybe later, but I already fell asleep at 5 because of cotton wool in my ears. Moreover, discos, as I understand it, are held in this area only in Class. The rest of the tourists are brought in batches to these dances . I was surprised by the abundance of local youth. They are madly glued to young tourists. Of course, they can be sent on a hiking trip with a sexual bias if you like physical pain. Yes, as it turned out, the guys are quite harmless. between young Turks. Not a single vacationer was involved. The hotel security did not stand on ceremony and quickly explained the rules of good manners to the abreks...
From excursions I went to Alanya, although I had already been there. Dolmush stops right next to Klass. everyone knows, praising their product, they give off such energy of fanaticism that they can incinerate the Wehrmacht tank corps with their eyes. Here you should buy from them, since prices are two times cheaper than on the territory of the hotel. Smokers, stock up on cigarettes at home or in duty free . I didn’t feel like buying a pack of Marlboro for $5 when I ran out of mine.
Yes, cleaning was daily. And cho-5 dollars and a couple of chocolate bars made themselves felt.
Street guides sit next to the hotels (as you exit the gate, to the right). The local Mujahideen and his Russian girlfriend. Good guys drink alcohol with might and main. You will find it. By the way, my daughter burned out under the sun and I decided to use the old grandfather's way - to spread sour cream on my daughter's back. A trip to local shops brought me to white heat: no one said “sour cream, blah !! ” I didn’t know “sour cream”. I turned to friends who enlightened me. In Turkey, there is no sour cream as such. There is something similar called “Yogurt”, but this is not our classic yogurt. In the store they handed me a three-liter tub and purred “Yogurt, please. ” I was just taken aback, because there was no smaller container . .
A week was enough for us. Then pulled back to the country of drunken bears
The departure was on schedule. As always, a visit to the yawning crowds of tourists of some diathesis center stuffed with sweets. Those who did not come from the travel company were served some kind of coffee ejaculate “Zenval people. And the rest of the guide was looking for everything... In Antalya it was "
But in the Antalya airport, it turned out that our group of Russian tourists did not want to take a single flight. It was funny to see how a relaxed crowd of tourists at the moment turned into a bunch of angry goblins, pressing the Turkish representative of the company against the wall, shouting “Well,..... yours, it was written in Russian in purple on the vouchers!!! ” The issue was resolved amicably: the Turkish man is left as a mature man, he finds us a charter to Domodedovo.
The plane was Turkish Airlines... Boeing... in the morning it looks like ADB in shape and color, and in the afternoon also in content. The flight is known to all of you - the comfort and level of service of charter flights can only appeal to lovers of a very exotic variety of BDSM or even a drunk passenger. But the representative of the travel agency laughed at the end - the flight landed in Sheremetyevo. What was not very convenient for me, I live in the South Administrative District. “Since the time of my grandfather, I like Domodedovo. But Sheremetyevo is wider, mother Evo! ”.
Conclusion% The class is good. If it were for a disco that rumbles until the morning (you can ask for the left wing and you won’t hear it), if it weren’t for the monstrous distance to the airport in Antalya (and in Alanya, they say they are starting to build their own airport), if it weren’t for the entrance to the sea (yes, there is a great entrance nearby! ), if only… Come on! Go, you won't regret it! Rest was a success.
The hotel is the last in the stop, until you take everyone along the way, you can just die of boredom. In general, the trip from Anataliya to Klass lasted three hours. During this time I managed to finish my cognac, take a nap, play cards with my daughter, get to know the guide. everything was gone. To my “Madame, are we not in Syria yet? ”, the guide reassured, “No, another hour and we will arrive. ” We arrived. I liked the hotel the first time. for European design. Well, and Allah is with them. At the reception, surprisingly everything was clear and without delay. A pale girl (Russian, by the way), smiling deadly on duty, gave us bracelets and took us to the room. The room... well, not Rio - de Janeiro, of course. The furniture is old, the socket comes out of the wall with meat, the console from the conish is connected with a rope TO THE WALL)))))) (it was clear there were precedents). But there is TV, air conditioning, a balcony, beds (at the first whistle they brought an extra bed for a child, as I didn’t take a family room, but a standard one) Karoch room is not bad. I recommend-413, windows above the entrance to the hotel, from the balcony it is good to spit in a small pond above the entrance))).
Food... Well, this is Turkey. Hardened in battles with Turkish pickles, he leaned carefully, constantly disinfecting the insides of the Stolichnaya brought to himself. (I don’t use local liquor, otherwise a fierce, mad headache and a subsequent session with a white faience confessor are guaranteed). Later I got used to food.
The contingent. There are Russians. Mostly girls from those who write on the sites - “In the Class-super!! ! Hello Ahmedik, he is such a sweetheart! ”. There were also married couples . . Serbs lived in the next room (Well, very inert, by the way. After watching Hollywood cranberries, everyone asked about Russia (samovar, earflaps, mass executions). in the end, to say that in the fall, we all take revolvers in Moscow, and go out to shoot bears on Tverskaya . . having previously taken a sip of alcohol from a felt boot. And that there was no sex in the Union, Lenin forbid! )
In the middle of the rest, local natives also came to check in. Moreover, when I checked out, they were in the majority in the hotel. And they were sane. And strongly. It was very interesting to watch when local ladies in hijabs (or whatever, well, in short, fully dressed. ) jumped into the pool with a squeal. -fight. “It’s impossible, ” they say. To my objections, why Turkish girls bathe dressed, but I can’t (but maybe I’m a Muslim), the aborgin strained his red seething substance in the skull and immediately forgot Russian. By the way, almost all the staff speak Russian there. unpleasant questions, they completely forget it.
The territory of the Class is small, it is almost non-existent, but all in flowers. Beautiful! There are two pools. If you need to swim in silence, then use the Class 4 pool, if you need slides, animators and a screeching pool of the Five Class. There are bars by the pool, you can eat and drink.
For some reason, the hamam in Klass did not work, I went to the First Klass hammam, I also underwent a massage procedure there. The massage is done by a Russian aunt.
The sea. It was clean and calm. , the entrance to the sea is excellent-small pebbles and sand.
What really got me was local dancing. It works until 5 in the morning... maybe later, but I already fell asleep at 5 because of cotton wool in my ears. Moreover, discos, as I understand it, are held in this area only in Class. The rest of the tourists are brought in batches to these dances . I was surprised by the abundance of local youth. They are madly glued to young tourists. Of course, they can be sent on a hiking trip with a sexual bias if you like physical pain. Yes, as it turned out, the guys are quite harmless. between young Turks. Not a single vacationer was involved. The hotel security did not stand on ceremony and quickly explained the rules of good manners to the abreks...
From excursions I went to Alanya, although I had already been there. Dolmush stops right next to Klass. everyone knows, praising their product, they give off such energy of fanaticism that they can incinerate the Wehrmacht tank corps with their eyes. Here you should buy from them, since prices are two times cheaper than on the territory of the hotel. Smokers, stock up on cigarettes at home or in duty free . I didn’t feel like buying a pack of Marlboro for $5 when I ran out of mine.
Yes, cleaning was daily. And cho-5 dollars and a couple of chocolate bars made themselves felt.
Street guides sit next to the hotels (as you exit the gate, to the right). The local Mujahideen and his Russian girlfriend. Good guys drink alcohol with might and main. You will find it. By the way, my daughter burned out under the sun and I decided to use the old grandfather's way - to spread sour cream on my daughter's back. A trip to local shops brought me to white heat: no one said “sour cream, blah !! ” I didn’t know “sour cream”. I turned to friends who enlightened me. In Turkey, there is no sour cream as such. There is something similar called “Yogurt”, but this is not our classic yogurt. In the store they handed me a three-liter tub and purred “Yogurt, please. ” I was just taken aback, because there was no smaller container . .
A week was enough for us. Then pulled back to the country of drunken bears
The departure was on schedule. As always, a visit to the yawning crowds of tourists of some diathesis center stuffed with sweets. Those who did not come from the travel company were served some kind of coffee ejaculate “Zenval people. And the rest of the guide was looking for everything... In Antalya it was "
But in the Antalya airport, it turned out that our group of Russian tourists did not want to take a single flight. It was funny to see how a relaxed crowd of tourists at the moment turned into a bunch of angry goblins, pressing the Turkish representative of the company against the wall, shouting “Well,..... yours, it was written in Russian in purple on the vouchers!!! ” The issue was resolved amicably: the Turkish man is left as a mature man, he finds us a charter to Domodedovo.
The plane was Turkish Airlines... Boeing... in the morning it looks like ADB in shape and color, and in the afternoon also in content. The flight is known to all of you - the comfort and level of service of charter flights can only appeal to lovers of a very exotic variety of BDSM or even a drunk passenger. But the representative of the travel agency laughed at the end - the flight landed in Sheremetyevo. What was not very convenient for me, I live in the South Administrative District. “Since the time of my grandfather, I like Domodedovo. But Sheremetyevo is wider, mother Evo! ”.
Conclusion% The class is good. If it were for a disco that rumbles until the morning (you can ask for the left wing and you won’t hear it), if it weren’t for the monstrous distance to the airport in Antalya (and in Alanya, they say they are starting to build their own airport), if it weren’t for the entrance to the sea (yes, there is a great entrance nearby! ), if only… Come on! Go, you won't regret it! Rest was a success.
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