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8.0
Service:
7.0
Cleanliness:
8.0
Food:
6.0
Amenities:
8.0
Well, I visited Eftalia. Everything that was said below about the merits is true. This is not the first time in Turkey, there is something to compare with. I took a tour from Intourist, the meeting side of the S7 tour. Turkish game called "Check-in to the room. " I suspected that this would be the case, so I demanded that the meeting guide wait until my check-in was over. The guide said with pathos that: 1) they are a smart company; cool and they don’t indulge in such adventures there; 3) a voucher (a piece of paper printed on a printer with an indistinguishable content) with a booking confirmation in our hands; 4) and in general, the sky is blue, the grass is green, etc. No one spoke Russian at the reception , therefore, pulling up the collar of the bellboy, who met us at the door with an exclamation of "Topro welcome! ", we (and another family came to the hotel with us) began negotiations. We were told in broken Russian-Turkish that there were no places and no foreseen . What are we on a terrible mixture of English, German and Nizhny Novgorod they said in an obscene way, they say, "I came from America on a green bike, the bike broke down, but I stayed here. " Voucher e? E! Confirmation e? E! Let's get a number! They took us to the manager. He suggested that we change seats in the Eftalia Resort, foursome. To which we replied that we are aware of this Turkish game and we only need the hotel for which we have a voucher. Then there was the option of two families in one room. Again neither my family nor the one who arrived with us considered themselves to be swingers. The negotiations dragged on. Until the head of the family who arrived with us got tired. ball. "Crunching his fists, he went to the manager, mumbling, " Can he gnaw off the top of his head? family. And tomorrow they will find places for us in our ordered standard. I had to write receipts that "I swear by my mother, but tomorrow I will move to the standard. " This was the only negative in Eftalia. By the way, later I talked with fellow countrymen from other hotels who once then they rested in Eftalia. Everyone had feelings. At first I thought that it was only in relation to the Russians. this Polish-Turkish battle.
The hotel is stretched out to a decent distance from the sea deep into the territory. Perpendicular to the alleys with palm trees there are small paths, each has the name of a fruit: orange, banana and how much avocado. A huge plus is accommodation not in a common building, but in small cozy houses. Rooms 10-15 in each. Houses on three floors, the room must have a balcony. Mine had two beds, a sofa, an LCD TV, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, two mirrors. soaps, shampoos, towels are present and are added and changed as the maid uses them. The mini-bar is free, it contains bottles of water and a couple of liter packets of vile Turkish juice. they love our chocolate, it’s checked), so to speak, “present of Russia”. Well, at the end of the holiday, I dumped all the local currency (mirrors, beads, squirrel skins) for her - Turkish lira. Cleaning every day, once a week they make something out of towels and linen, as usual in Turkey, on the beds. the assurances of the maids are birds, animals and patterns, but only an inflamed brain can call THIS a bird. But it doesn’t interfere. There are four basses. see The third one with slides (the most visited) and the paddling pool are at the end of the alley.
The sea is beautiful. The best beach I have seen in Turkey. The entry is convenient, sand, about a hundred meters of water along . . uh . . this is the most . . waist-deep, in general. and underground. There is a tap with water when you exit back from the beach to wash your feet and slippers, if you have already trampled on the Turkish coast. - I'll tell you...... There is a bar-drinks on the beach for free, the strongest beer, you can eat for free. If someone wants to save money on excursions, look for an umbrella on the beach - street guides are sitting. Ask Timur (the only who understands Russian). Outwardly, he looks like a Wahhabi after ten years in prison, but inside he is a shushpanchik. If you don’t find it, he will find you: intrusive Turkish service.
Postoltsy. A lot of Germans... no . . not like that, like this: VERY MANY GERMANS! Directly "GERMANS IN THE CITY !!! ". Moreover, among them there are many disabled people in wheelchairs and with crutches. Apparently, in the German environment, Eftalia is regarded as a kind of sanatorium, where the blind begin to walk, the lame finish, and so on. There are Poles, Slovaks (or Slovenes) , our brother is Russian. But there are not so many of them. In this regard, all the staff know German very well, English is good and Russian at all. There is a guy at the reception in a pink shirt, that Russian shaves cleanly.
The restaurant is huge. There is also a terrace in the fresh air. The food is for slaughter, but monotonous. By the end of the holiday, seeing five types of pasta is unbearable. A lot of fruits - watermelons, cherries, apples, apricots, strawberries. rarely. In Eftalia, it’s unlimited. In the middle of the week there was some kind of Turkish holiday: state flags were hung in the dining room, an exhibition of handicrafts made from vegetables, they gave a concert right in the dining room, they prepared national dishes. Turkish salads, as you know, can be safely used as poisons were made at best two days ago. But the people did not lose heart and, abundantly pouring mayanesic, purring them on both cheeks. There are two restaurants on the territory of the hotel: Italian and Turkish. You can eat for free in one of them. BUT! only once! I didn’t go, because: 1) I was already full; 2) passing by the Italian I saw portions. They resemble a bunch in size, which a five-month-old baby laid on. Yes, and in color too. As for the smell and taste, I didn’t taste it.
I was only on two excursions, as I have already traveled to almost all the main Turkish sights. Excursion to the show (loud, by the way, it is said) "Lights of Alanya". The local dance group in the dance showed the history of Turkey. . I went to the survey in Antalya. That's great! Yes: leather, gold, textiles were present, but everything was fast. And we had a fun trip, and the society was wonderful and there were a lot of impressions. in fact, they juggle only with the names of Alexander the Great and Cleopatra. These characters are probably, like propellers, spinning in their graves. why, then, beautiful Turkey receives crowds of Russian savages every year, and why then tens of thousands of natives of a paradise country sell fruits in Germany and France. The guide was offended.
By the way, check the departure time. My fax was 05.50 (morning). The bus arrived at 05.05. The guide expressed dissatisfaction. probably confused"
Well, the trip to the airport and departure was standard and familiar to all of you. It was obligatory present:
1) a visit to the center of Turkish peddlers with oriental sweets on the way, where one couple must definitely delay the departure of the bus and bring everyone, including the guide, to white heat;
2) a terrible airport in Antalya and standing in line at the baggage rack for about an hour (by the way, please explain why families from Russia are transporting 5-6 suitcases to Turkey and back? )
3) Duty-free assault by battalions of Russian tourists (do not carry back the rest of the dollars)
3) an hour and a half delay in departure. as two tourists were lost (no, not so, TWO GOATS! )
4) a monstrous queue in the passport control zone for arrival at Domodedovo in a nook without air conditioners with screams of babies.
5) "Taxi, guys, taxi! Inexpensive taxi! Hey, brother, where are you going? "
6) Cold Moscow rain when leaving the terminal and feeling like an idiot wearing shorts at +13.
Hello Moscow! Goodbye (I hope! ) Turkey!
The hotel is stretched out to a decent distance from the sea deep into the territory. Perpendicular to the alleys with palm trees there are small paths, each has the name of a fruit: orange, banana and how much avocado. A huge plus is accommodation not in a common building, but in small cozy houses. Rooms 10-15 in each. Houses on three floors, the room must have a balcony. Mine had two beds, a sofa, an LCD TV, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, two mirrors. soaps, shampoos, towels are present and are added and changed as the maid uses them. The mini-bar is free, it contains bottles of water and a couple of liter packets of vile Turkish juice. they love our chocolate, it’s checked), so to speak, “present of Russia”. Well, at the end of the holiday, I dumped all the local currency (mirrors, beads, squirrel skins) for her - Turkish lira. Cleaning every day, once a week they make something out of towels and linen, as usual in Turkey, on the beds. the assurances of the maids are birds, animals and patterns, but only an inflamed brain can call THIS a bird. But it doesn’t interfere. There are four basses. see The third one with slides (the most visited) and the paddling pool are at the end of the alley.
The sea is beautiful. The best beach I have seen in Turkey. The entry is convenient, sand, about a hundred meters of water along . . uh . . this is the most . . waist-deep, in general. and underground. There is a tap with water when you exit back from the beach to wash your feet and slippers, if you have already trampled on the Turkish coast. - I'll tell you...... There is a bar-drinks on the beach for free, the strongest beer, you can eat for free. If someone wants to save money on excursions, look for an umbrella on the beach - street guides are sitting. Ask Timur (the only who understands Russian). Outwardly, he looks like a Wahhabi after ten years in prison, but inside he is a shushpanchik. If you don’t find it, he will find you: intrusive Turkish service.
Postoltsy. A lot of Germans... no . . not like that, like this: VERY MANY GERMANS! Directly "GERMANS IN THE CITY !!! ". Moreover, among them there are many disabled people in wheelchairs and with crutches. Apparently, in the German environment, Eftalia is regarded as a kind of sanatorium, where the blind begin to walk, the lame finish, and so on. There are Poles, Slovaks (or Slovenes) , our brother is Russian. But there are not so many of them. In this regard, all the staff know German very well, English is good and Russian at all. There is a guy at the reception in a pink shirt, that Russian shaves cleanly.
The restaurant is huge. There is also a terrace in the fresh air. The food is for slaughter, but monotonous. By the end of the holiday, seeing five types of pasta is unbearable. A lot of fruits - watermelons, cherries, apples, apricots, strawberries. rarely. In Eftalia, it’s unlimited. In the middle of the week there was some kind of Turkish holiday: state flags were hung in the dining room, an exhibition of handicrafts made from vegetables, they gave a concert right in the dining room, they prepared national dishes. Turkish salads, as you know, can be safely used as poisons were made at best two days ago. But the people did not lose heart and, abundantly pouring mayanesic, purring them on both cheeks. There are two restaurants on the territory of the hotel: Italian and Turkish. You can eat for free in one of them. BUT! only once! I didn’t go, because: 1) I was already full; 2) passing by the Italian I saw portions. They resemble a bunch in size, which a five-month-old baby laid on. Yes, and in color too. As for the smell and taste, I didn’t taste it.
I was only on two excursions, as I have already traveled to almost all the main Turkish sights. Excursion to the show (loud, by the way, it is said) "Lights of Alanya". The local dance group in the dance showed the history of Turkey. . I went to the survey in Antalya. That's great! Yes: leather, gold, textiles were present, but everything was fast. And we had a fun trip, and the society was wonderful and there were a lot of impressions. in fact, they juggle only with the names of Alexander the Great and Cleopatra. These characters are probably, like propellers, spinning in their graves. why, then, beautiful Turkey receives crowds of Russian savages every year, and why then tens of thousands of natives of a paradise country sell fruits in Germany and France. The guide was offended.
By the way, check the departure time. My fax was 05.50 (morning). The bus arrived at 05.05. The guide expressed dissatisfaction. probably confused"
Well, the trip to the airport and departure was standard and familiar to all of you. It was obligatory present:
1) a visit to the center of Turkish peddlers with oriental sweets on the way, where one couple must definitely delay the departure of the bus and bring everyone, including the guide, to white heat;
2) a terrible airport in Antalya and standing in line at the baggage rack for about an hour (by the way, please explain why families from Russia are transporting 5-6 suitcases to Turkey and back? )
3) Duty-free assault by battalions of Russian tourists (do not carry back the rest of the dollars)
3) an hour and a half delay in departure. as two tourists were lost (no, not so, TWO GOATS! )
4) a monstrous queue in the passport control zone for arrival at Domodedovo in a nook without air conditioners with screams of babies.
5) "Taxi, guys, taxi! Inexpensive taxi! Hey, brother, where are you going? "
6) Cold Moscow rain when leaving the terminal and feeling like an idiot wearing shorts at +13.
Hello Moscow! Goodbye (I hope! ) Turkey!
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