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Food:
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Dear Russians!
(for thoughtful readers)
If you are going to Turkey for the first time, then you should hardly look for a “better” haven than the “Bone Club hotel SVS”, coupled with the tour operator Pegas Touristik, which zealously protects it.
Already upon arrival at the hot Tchurets land, having seated you in a Pegasus bus, you will be pushed for a long time and methodically to buy tickets with a discount of as much as $ 2 for a Turkish bath (at a price of $ 25). Then they will be brought to a shop, where Chinese-Turkish junk will be unobtrusively offered at exorbitant prices (from average Moscow prices).
Then you “at the speed of sound” (and in Turkey the tourist bus “drives” as much as 50-60 km / h) will be taken to the long-awaited hotel in 3-3.5 hours. Then the very kind Pegasus guides Masha and Manu (this is a young guy) with a sugary smile will ask you to wait 10-15 minutes until the room is free. After the allotted time, they will ask you to wait for the same amount.
When this period also passes (or maybe 2-3-4-5 more such intervals), you will be offered to go to a restaurant for lunch, dinner or breakfast (depending on what time you were brought to the “hospitable” hotel).
If I may say so, I advise you to enter this restaurant with a sense of great dignity, otherwise the feeling of the Soviet past and domestic catering (however, only for people familiar with our great history - and this is for those who are now over 30) will sadly pinch your the current democratic-capitalist soul. Get ready for a little run, and connect probably a little forgotten ingenuity, because no one is responsible for your position at the table and the filling of plates in this hotel.
First, try to find a seat at a, to put it mildly, not very sterile table (and do not forget to take some items with you to stake out the most precious place you have saved so that in a couple of moments it will not be booked by your own hungry compatriots). Having coped with this task, the future will be a little easier to solve - it will be time to search for plates, then forks, spoons, and then glasses. If you didn’t find everything right away, it doesn’t matter, in a couple of minutes everything will appear from the Turkish car wash. The main thing now is to carefully look at the clock. If there are no more than ten minutes left before the end of the closing of the “fashionable” restaurant, then it is unlikely that you will be able to stock up on what your more nimble fellow tribesmen ate before. However, if this is lunch or dinner, then you will still get sour unripe watermelons (in the middle of summer)!
Yes!
I also don’t advise you to be late for lunch or dinner for the reason that you won’t be able to enjoy the “magnificent” dry wine with the popular name “pluck out your eye”!
After the meal, do not run to the reception, hang around longer on the territory, admire the already attached vacationers, look at the game in the splash pool of spontaneous water polo teams with “patriotic” names caressing the ear: “Tits” and “Pipisechki” with a Turkish “judge” at the head (Someone apparently told this cheburek about these, from his point of view, very "witty" nouns).
Also catch a moment of good luck on a plastic water slide. Slide down it a couple of times in a nearby paddling pool (you still won’t have time for at least two reasons - the Turks are terribly sorry for electricity, and turn on the miracle slide only for two hours after dinner, and the crowding people in line for the congress will not allow you to slide down more).
You should not rush also because your too fast arrival (from the point of view of the hotel staff) will not find the slightest understanding - you came to rest, where are you in a hurry?
If you got your number just a couple of hours after arrival - kneel before the all-powerful guides already mentioned by Maria and Manu, and kiss the hands of these celestials! However, here, too, be vigilant when you receive the long-awaited golden key to the room, because it may not turn out to be a room at all, but the closet of the unfortunate dad Carlo - with torn mattresses, peeled walls, broken beds, without a hint of any balconies, under the roof of the first and the oldest building (referred to as building A). And if you still got such a closet, don’t even think about relaxing, because you still paid for a four-star hotel, and not for an anti-tuberculosis dispensary on the banks of the Stinky River.
The next day, I don’t really advise you to “shine” with money and buy tours from the “caring” Pegasus, because when you go out of the gate of such a “wonderful” hotel and turn immediately to the left, you will find under an awning and with soft sofas a completely legal travel agency with a Russian, really unobtrusive, girl-guide, who will sell you these vouchers for ...2-2.5 times cheaper (and with real insurance, which the Pegasus people are so focused on) ...
If you are in the mood (and, most importantly, a good knowledge of English), try to have a heart-to-heart talk with the owner of the hotel. His name is Mustafa GOBAN. (By the way, he also owns another as many-star hotel “Sugar beach hotel”). This is his big white car “VOLVO” standing near the tent where they bake pancakes, and there is a piggy bank in the form of a camel with the inscription: “tip”, while he himself often sits at a table in the yard next to his wheelbarrow.
Ask him about the "generous" feast, and about unripe watermelons and apples, and why there are no other fruits on the table. Mustafa explained to me and my wife the absence of other things at the height of the season ...by a large purchase price! We, of course, willingly believed him. After all, this is in a country where almost all the vegetables and fruits known to us are grown ...
However, it is possible for a long time to paint the “charms” of a separate lousy hotel, at best, by European standards, pulling no more than a “two”.
The most offensive thing, however, is how exactly they treat our compatriots there. Although often we ourselves provoke chebureks to such condescending, if not boorish, behavior. We, the Russian people (and they only call all former Soviet people that way), have long become a feeding trough for them. Our unpretentiousness has accustomed them to a relaxed service in relation to the Russians.
You can somehow clean the room (or sometimes completely ignore it), forget to change towels, serve on the table what stiff Europeans will simply throw into the trash can (or even into “physiology”, conduct antediluvian lured shopping centers) and expensive excursions with the most tedious slow ride (at the same time, wake up thirty seconds before departure, then an hour earlier than the agreed time).
Meticulous Germans have long faded from this squalor. What are we? Let's take everything they don't want? Have we forgotten about the national pride of the Great Russians?!
Our girls shake their “tails” with them, allow what they wouldn’t allow in their homeland in front of everyone (one of my Foreign Ministry friends somehow sadly confessed to me that he was forced by the nature of his service to issue permission for the marriage of Turks with Russians Moscow fools - chebureks know sex, “they drive over the ears” competently, and having received their own, and in addition they also safely scatter the Moscow apartment for a couple more years so “everyday-loved” “girls”) ...
And our peasants sometimes consider it not a sin to get drunk “in zyuzyu”, and to show off in all its glory.
And disgusting and embarrassing. We are surrendering positions even in backward Asia Minor. They are already driving to our Orthodox Church on the territory of Tchurtsia to Nikolai Ugodnik for money through turnstiles. I don't think there is anything like this anywhere else. I talked on this subject with Russian Greeks from Stavropol.
It’s also hard for them to look at all this (before, before the capture of the Turks, because this was their territory and Istanbul is still called Constantinople). In their hearts, one of them exclaimed: “Everything is fine ...whether chu . . and” ...
Our Russian ancestors won three Russian-Turkish wars in less than a century ...
And we are silent and endure. By the way, last year, before the global crisis, 2.000, 000 tourists came to Tchurcia, and this year only 6.00, 000. Isn't it time to cover this feeder. After all, there are more civilized countries, and they treat us better, unlike the Turks, and we need to raise our resorts ...
P. S. I managed to forget my notepad with notes and phones on the table on the Turkish Night show (I got carried away with photography) in a nightclub. When I remembered, we had already been taken five kilometers away. The local escort promised to settle this matter, and the next day to turn to the hotel guides, who were already well acquainted with Maria and Manu.
They assured that nothing was missing from them, they would definitely find it soon, however, they asked to be reminded. So we reminded my wife at least a dozen times, each time they called there. A week of “breakfasts” passed, the next day we left. The result, or rather its absence, I think, is clear to everyone ...
We are not Germans, we are not French, we are not Swedes ...But once we beat them all. But now they have allowed themselves to be treated like this.
- Give me money! Greedy Russian! - these are cunning cheburek traders, dissatisfied with the fact that we started bargaining with them. And one store "clown" took and threw his smelly goods behind his back when he tried to bargain with him. I said, of course, that I thought about his “High-Pigishness”, I wanted to undoubtedly and more specifically explain with the help of “oral physical suggestion”, only where I was right now and could write these lines ...
...Antalya Airport, the last customs post at the entrance to our, I emphasize, plane, once again chebureks are smacking. My wife is forced to show the contents of a lady's purse, and they take away ...the solution for eye lenses she needs in flight. Cheburechka took it and threw out his urn. Everything was up to her. But she decided not to stand on ceremony with the Russians. My wife was screaming loudly, I excited the airport air very strongly. Guess how many compatriots helped us?
Maybe we really only have a couple of "Titty" and "Pipy" teams left?
The Turkish lesson was very useful. I flew to rest, but it turned out to work and think.
Where are we and what are we Russian people? . .
(for thoughtful readers)
If you are going to Turkey for the first time, then you should hardly look for a “better” haven than the “Bone Club hotel SVS”, coupled with the tour operator Pegas Touristik, which zealously protects it.
Already upon arrival at the hot Tchurets land, having seated you in a Pegasus bus, you will be pushed for a long time and methodically to buy tickets with a discount of as much as $ 2 for a Turkish bath (at a price of $ 25). Then they will be brought to a shop, where Chinese-Turkish junk will be unobtrusively offered at exorbitant prices (from average Moscow prices).
Then you “at the speed of sound” (and in Turkey the tourist bus “drives” as much as 50-60 km / h) will be taken to the long-awaited hotel in 3-3.5 hours. Then the very kind Pegasus guides Masha and Manu (this is a young guy) with a sugary smile will ask you to wait 10-15 minutes until the room is free. After the allotted time, they will ask you to wait for the same amount.
When this period also passes (or maybe 2-3-4-5 more such intervals), you will be offered to go to a restaurant for lunch, dinner or breakfast (depending on what time you were brought to the “hospitable” hotel).
If I may say so, I advise you to enter this restaurant with a sense of great dignity, otherwise the feeling of the Soviet past and domestic catering (however, only for people familiar with our great history - and this is for those who are now over 30) will sadly pinch your the current democratic-capitalist soul. Get ready for a little run, and connect probably a little forgotten ingenuity, because no one is responsible for your position at the table and the filling of plates in this hotel.
First, try to find a seat at a, to put it mildly, not very sterile table (and do not forget to take some items with you to stake out the most precious place you have saved so that in a couple of moments it will not be booked by your own hungry compatriots). Having coped with this task, the future will be a little easier to solve - it will be time to search for plates, then forks, spoons, and then glasses. If you didn’t find everything right away, it doesn’t matter, in a couple of minutes everything will appear from the Turkish car wash. The main thing now is to carefully look at the clock. If there are no more than ten minutes left before the end of the closing of the “fashionable” restaurant, then it is unlikely that you will be able to stock up on what your more nimble fellow tribesmen ate before. However, if this is lunch or dinner, then you will still get sour unripe watermelons (in the middle of summer)!
Yes!
I also don’t advise you to be late for lunch or dinner for the reason that you won’t be able to enjoy the “magnificent” dry wine with the popular name “pluck out your eye”!
After the meal, do not run to the reception, hang around longer on the territory, admire the already attached vacationers, look at the game in the splash pool of spontaneous water polo teams with “patriotic” names caressing the ear: “Tits” and “Pipisechki” with a Turkish “judge” at the head (Someone apparently told this cheburek about these, from his point of view, very "witty" nouns).
Also catch a moment of good luck on a plastic water slide. Slide down it a couple of times in a nearby paddling pool (you still won’t have time for at least two reasons - the Turks are terribly sorry for electricity, and turn on the miracle slide only for two hours after dinner, and the crowding people in line for the congress will not allow you to slide down more).
You should not rush also because your too fast arrival (from the point of view of the hotel staff) will not find the slightest understanding - you came to rest, where are you in a hurry?
If you got your number just a couple of hours after arrival - kneel before the all-powerful guides already mentioned by Maria and Manu, and kiss the hands of these celestials! However, here, too, be vigilant when you receive the long-awaited golden key to the room, because it may not turn out to be a room at all, but the closet of the unfortunate dad Carlo - with torn mattresses, peeled walls, broken beds, without a hint of any balconies, under the roof of the first and the oldest building (referred to as building A). And if you still got such a closet, don’t even think about relaxing, because you still paid for a four-star hotel, and not for an anti-tuberculosis dispensary on the banks of the Stinky River.
The next day, I don’t really advise you to “shine” with money and buy tours from the “caring” Pegasus, because when you go out of the gate of such a “wonderful” hotel and turn immediately to the left, you will find under an awning and with soft sofas a completely legal travel agency with a Russian, really unobtrusive, girl-guide, who will sell you these vouchers for ...2-2.5 times cheaper (and with real insurance, which the Pegasus people are so focused on) ...
If you are in the mood (and, most importantly, a good knowledge of English), try to have a heart-to-heart talk with the owner of the hotel. His name is Mustafa GOBAN. (By the way, he also owns another as many-star hotel “Sugar beach hotel”). This is his big white car “VOLVO” standing near the tent where they bake pancakes, and there is a piggy bank in the form of a camel with the inscription: “tip”, while he himself often sits at a table in the yard next to his wheelbarrow.
Ask him about the "generous" feast, and about unripe watermelons and apples, and why there are no other fruits on the table. Mustafa explained to me and my wife the absence of other things at the height of the season ...by a large purchase price! We, of course, willingly believed him. After all, this is in a country where almost all the vegetables and fruits known to us are grown ...
However, it is possible for a long time to paint the “charms” of a separate lousy hotel, at best, by European standards, pulling no more than a “two”.
The most offensive thing, however, is how exactly they treat our compatriots there. Although often we ourselves provoke chebureks to such condescending, if not boorish, behavior. We, the Russian people (and they only call all former Soviet people that way), have long become a feeding trough for them. Our unpretentiousness has accustomed them to a relaxed service in relation to the Russians.
You can somehow clean the room (or sometimes completely ignore it), forget to change towels, serve on the table what stiff Europeans will simply throw into the trash can (or even into “physiology”, conduct antediluvian lured shopping centers) and expensive excursions with the most tedious slow ride (at the same time, wake up thirty seconds before departure, then an hour earlier than the agreed time).
Meticulous Germans have long faded from this squalor. What are we? Let's take everything they don't want? Have we forgotten about the national pride of the Great Russians?!
Our girls shake their “tails” with them, allow what they wouldn’t allow in their homeland in front of everyone (one of my Foreign Ministry friends somehow sadly confessed to me that he was forced by the nature of his service to issue permission for the marriage of Turks with Russians Moscow fools - chebureks know sex, “they drive over the ears” competently, and having received their own, and in addition they also safely scatter the Moscow apartment for a couple more years so “everyday-loved” “girls”) ...
And our peasants sometimes consider it not a sin to get drunk “in zyuzyu”, and to show off in all its glory.
And disgusting and embarrassing. We are surrendering positions even in backward Asia Minor. They are already driving to our Orthodox Church on the territory of Tchurtsia to Nikolai Ugodnik for money through turnstiles. I don't think there is anything like this anywhere else. I talked on this subject with Russian Greeks from Stavropol.
It’s also hard for them to look at all this (before, before the capture of the Turks, because this was their territory and Istanbul is still called Constantinople). In their hearts, one of them exclaimed: “Everything is fine ...whether chu . . and” ...
Our Russian ancestors won three Russian-Turkish wars in less than a century ...
And we are silent and endure. By the way, last year, before the global crisis, 2.000, 000 tourists came to Tchurcia, and this year only 6.00, 000. Isn't it time to cover this feeder. After all, there are more civilized countries, and they treat us better, unlike the Turks, and we need to raise our resorts ...
P. S. I managed to forget my notepad with notes and phones on the table on the Turkish Night show (I got carried away with photography) in a nightclub. When I remembered, we had already been taken five kilometers away. The local escort promised to settle this matter, and the next day to turn to the hotel guides, who were already well acquainted with Maria and Manu.
They assured that nothing was missing from them, they would definitely find it soon, however, they asked to be reminded. So we reminded my wife at least a dozen times, each time they called there. A week of “breakfasts” passed, the next day we left. The result, or rather its absence, I think, is clear to everyone ...
We are not Germans, we are not French, we are not Swedes ...But once we beat them all. But now they have allowed themselves to be treated like this.
- Give me money! Greedy Russian! - these are cunning cheburek traders, dissatisfied with the fact that we started bargaining with them. And one store "clown" took and threw his smelly goods behind his back when he tried to bargain with him. I said, of course, that I thought about his “High-Pigishness”, I wanted to undoubtedly and more specifically explain with the help of “oral physical suggestion”, only where I was right now and could write these lines ...
...Antalya Airport, the last customs post at the entrance to our, I emphasize, plane, once again chebureks are smacking. My wife is forced to show the contents of a lady's purse, and they take away ...the solution for eye lenses she needs in flight. Cheburechka took it and threw out his urn. Everything was up to her. But she decided not to stand on ceremony with the Russians. My wife was screaming loudly, I excited the airport air very strongly. Guess how many compatriots helped us?
Maybe we really only have a couple of "Titty" and "Pipy" teams left?
The Turkish lesson was very useful. I flew to rest, but it turned out to work and think.
Where are we and what are we Russian people? . .
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