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Fees. Or how to choose the right travel agency for a tourist
As long as I live, I cannot help being astonished at the idiotic essence of the chela.
Take my husband and I for example. It seems that there are already two adults who have proven themselves at work even as very intelligent, born not very long ago, but ... is it a joke to say ? ! Already in the 2nd half of the last century. Having seen a lot of interesting things on their not-so-long journey: the era of developed (or what is it? , I don’t remember it for a long time) socialism, total censorship (which turned out to be not so bad), the iron curtain, queues for sausage with toilet paper (which still beckons with an intoxicating taste and the best standard of a modern example of the type “how is that ... well, do you remember? ”), coupons for vodka and soap, rampant democracy, the unexpected discovery of sekas in Russia, intensively building capitalism in Russian and much more.
We also managed to visit the Octobrists, Pioneers and Komsomol members, and even almost joined the party elite ranks. God was merciful. We had the honor of wearing a piece of calico around our neck, a piece of Ilyich on our chests, and personally to me - to be the detachment's nurse on duty! And despite everything listed and remaining, but no less honorable, behind the scenes, or thanks? , we have not lost faith in a person and are deeply imbued with respect for the role of a professional. Although, was there a boy? And how often have we met such a person on our thorny path of life? ! In this case, I, of course, do not mean all my relatives, girlfriends, friends, buddies, well ... and, of course, myself and my husband .... And this is understandable. They don't talk about those present, as everyone knows. But... in any case, though not few of them, but... few. For all of Mother Russia.
So. Vacation. Long awaited vacation. To whom to give their hard-earned money, where to go?
As adults and wise by life experience, we approached this issue with all thoroughness, and I would even say in a scientific way: by analyzing the survey of all our and not our relatives, girlfriends, friends, buddies, searching the Internet, as well as all kinds of paper carriers, we, as it were, mentally prepared ourselves for the fact that it is time to surrender to the mercy of a professional. Is it a joke to say? ! So many hotels, so many things! How can we dummies figure out what is beyond our meager abilities? Of course, you can find and order tours on the Internet in the same Pegasus or Teztura yourself, you can also print an electronic ticket, everything is simple here. But here's how not to stumble upon charlatans, swindlers and not blow your money for nothing? No. Here it is better to solemnly put them into the hands of a "professional" .... He knows. He won't let you down.
Choice of travel agency.
Here we also approached with all responsibility - we chose one that has proven itself in our difficult tourist market for more than one year, which publishes its own magazine, claiming to be a glamor-glossy Novokuznetsk-style edition, "Samy Sok" and a few smaller firms, control ones, so to speak. Seems like they did the smart thing. As expected. Friends of acquaintances were not contacted. Probably, each of us remembers a similar experience. It turns out even worse than it could be, but now you can’t fill your face - you are bound by friendly obligations .... But what about satisfaction, at least moral? !
Our brains soared for more than a month, that's for sure. And just like that, you come to the firm, the “professional” girls poke your face into their computer until it flickers in your eyes and your head spins, give you homework to look at a number of hotels at home and let go in peace until the next procedure.
All this action, I was in a stupid confusion - and why should I poke a computer? I can turn it on myself. Yes, home is more convenient. But, firmly believing in professionals, I firmly understood that this was a warm-up and that soon they would begin to work out those percentages that would later be ripped off from us. Some of the firms disappeared spontaneously: with each of our arrival, the prices for tours increased more and more ... but we were assured that this was for now, that it was soon that we would reach the amount we needed and we would definitely not get into trouble. In love, they will send us no worse, and even better, and with the least financial losses ... We again hid our passports and money in a bag and waited for the appointed X-hour. How else? After all, we would have done exactly the same in our workplace - we would have tried to do our job as well as possible. The last firmochka turned out to be the most “honest” - she just said “you need to wait”, well, so that the prices of vouchers become cheaper.
Well, we waited. How else? ! Because they know for sure. They are something in this business is not the first year .... Patience ended about 2 weeks before the deadline indicated by us - there were no forces anymore. But… Then we were ot-footballed. As in Soviet times - "wait for an answer" ... we waited. Then they were inflexible and they accepted us after a few days. The vouchers didn’t really get cheaper, but we were suddenly seated at a table with a sign “loan in 5 minutes” .... No. Of course, we didn’t take a loan, but ... the vouchers turned out to be more expensive than the amount indicated by us by a thousand that way by 20, but they gave us a “discount” and then it turned out to be only 10, then we paid for insurance .... Tell more? Really pro. By breeder. We were solemnly printed out all the papers that I could “make” on the net myself, handed over, recommended to call if anything ....
Stunned by the success, proudly squeezing the contract in my hands and finally feeling like real tourists to my heart’s content, I still didn’t let go of the thought - but soon they will work out the interest and what their professional activity is. But soon I realized that, apparently, it will manifest itself at the Novosibirsk airport .... Alas, no one was waiting for us there. All the representatives were waiting, but the teztour was not waiting. As in the airport in Turkey, no one stood with the promised sign, they themselves are ours. What for? After all, professionals. But, of course, we were afraid. Is it a joke to say? In a foreign country, in a foreign huge airport, with passports in hand and mythical electronic tickets back ... everything. Although still insurance. Now fine. But about the arrival later.
Apparently, the paid competence of the travel agency includes refuting the reviews of tourists on hotels and exhortations like “how do you set yourself up for a vacation”, which we could clearly see throughout the hotel, and more often on the beach. When a bunch of vacationers sit with a bewildered-offended-hungry-driven look and say out loud "but there is a sea, sun, sand" or something like that. The people meditated desperately. But, in my opinion, to no avail. A sort of club of masochists with an optimistic aplomb. Yes…. This is what travel agents have done one hundred percent. I remember an elderly couple from Odessa, whom we asked about the rest upon arrival. “Everything is shitty. Although ... how do you set yourself up ... And if you do not pay attention to the little things ... like the view from the window on a blank wall ... anyway, we only spend the night in the room. Why do we have a view from the window? or bad food... But you don't want to get better anyway... so... it's all for the best. " Impressed. But it didn't help.
So.
It's done! Inspired, we rushed to buy a pharmacy according to the list provided by the travel agency, with the rest of the holiday money that had not yet been converted into foreign currency (here, by the way, there are some subtleties: in Turkey they respect dollars, but they strive for the European Union, so prices are more often in euros, but you can pay in rubles. The scheme is as follows: juice, 1 glass, price - 1 dollar / 1 euro / 40 rubles, packing of luggage - 6 euros, 7 bucks, 300 rubles, i. e. the Turks have a peculiar logic). Enough. Of money. But what they took with them - no, they didn’t need exactly everything, but it wouldn’t hurt to cough (the air is humid, hot, terrible bronchitis broke out). And with a sense of accomplishment, we went to pack a suitcase according to the principle - a shirt, a T-shirt, shorts, 2 pieces. Why recruit? All clothes are either from China or Turkey, so we will buy more there.
Service. Or how to choose the right tour operator
So. Tour operator. Teztur is another touch to razvodilovo. Really specialists.
Nobody was waiting for us in Novosibirsk (charter from there). After huddling around at the counter where the other representatives were, we, inspired by the future voyage, shrugged our shoulders and decided - well, why meet us? Tea is not small. And so everything is clear. You need to get on a plane. Sat down. They took off.
The rather peculiar service of the stewards somewhat confused us here as well. I, who have been using the services of Aeroflot since the days when sandwiches with black caviar were served for breakfast on an airplane, decided to attribute everything to the fact that it was decaying socialism, but now everything is different, more modern, more advanced ... Like, it's like I'm morally obsolete. I'm not modern. I don't count my husband. He didn’t even fly with red caviar! But he was also taken aback. I won't go into too much detail, I'll tell you a little. Firstly, when I asked to bring water, the stewardess said to me so sarcastically, “what’s the matter? !
They took it and went with their legs, you will take water for yourself, there it is on the table in the steward's room. To my question - “what do we have a self-service plane now? She patted her eyelashes in bewilderment and cheered up - “well, what are we? Don't be shy, take it yourself. " And she continued to have a nice conversation with Stuart. I think, really, why have I been sitting for so long, I should have stretched myself, wandered for water (plain water), a path had already been laid for other thirsty citizens (it was terribly stuffy on the plane, and the “blowers” for some reason were too lazy to work ). In progress! How! It turns out that everything is as simple as on the liner! And what, that the knees rest on the buttocks of the person in front and the elbows are a little numb, because the underarms are clearly designed for gnomes ? ! But how much freedom in movement!
Secondly, I was somewhat stunned by the fact that everything that fell into the aisle between the seats (for example, someone’s fork or candy, a friend fell asleep, didn’t clean up after himself) was not raised by the stewards, but after they passed trampled into the carpet and kneaded by carts. Upon arrival, the view was stunning - a sort of rubbish aerotract around the perimeter .... However! How easy everything became. And so on. But these are flights from Novosibirsk to Turkey and vice versa. The flight to Telyaviv, Istanbul from and to Turkey, or rather their service, was significantly different. Apparently, our notorious Russian indifference is working. However, vacation depends on your mood. It's time to step back from the situation.
Arriving at the Turkish airport turned out to be as ambivalent in terms of sensations as our entire holiday. On the one hand, delight - landed, arrived! On the other hand, where is the representative of the teztur with a sign? !
While we were rushing from side to side and trying to figure out where we should go now, we experienced a range of emotions - from horror that they had thrown us out of a purely Russian habit, to dumb delight - we found them (representatives of other tour operators helped) !! ! ! They modestly stood in the distance. Unlike other tour operators, they didn’t loom at all with a sign, but decorously waited for the dumbfounded tourists with bulging eyes a little further away, closer to the buses. Apparently, “shock is our way” and “do not fuss under the client” they came up with. Finally we were loaded onto the bus. Happiness is somewhere near! However, vacation depends on your mood. It's time to step back from the situation. A couple of times we really felt the expression “covered with a cold sweat”: it’s not in Russia to be in a state of free flight .... Rather than flying. Or arrival?
Guides. Or what a real guide should be
Well, finally, the excited audience sat down in their seats on the bus. The air conditioner worked and everything was in openwork, what was, was. And so our trip to Turkey began! Inspired newly minted tourists crouched with cameras and cameras to the windows. Everyone needed impressions and picturesque views. Everyone tried not to lose the precious moments of the long-awaited journey for a minute. The guide girl introduced herself, briefly asked about our impressions and started the tour. Everything looked like this. But these houses belong to the richest area. There are few of them. The richest people in Turkey live here. Now look to the left. This is where the main population lives. They are very poor. Literally nothing to live on. You can't even buy clothes. Therefore, many go in uniform. In general, everything they earn, they have to put aside for the winter. This is what they live on.
Therefore, the tipping system is very welcome here. They are very proud people. so there is no need to give money to them. Do you see the basket near the driver's seat? This is where you will need to add tips. It was like that on arrival. The girl happily told us that now we need to thank the driver in a friendly manner. Everyone began to put bucks into the basket in bewilderment. And so on throughout the rest. In general, the tipping system somehow got there. But after such a fiery speech by the guide, I personally got the impression that we came exactly to improve the welfare of the poor local population, and not exactly to rest. By the way, I never doubted this for 21 days of stay. Then they brought us to the toilet, but, of course, he passed through a store where there was nothing to buy, and a bottle of drinking water 0.5 cost 1 tank / 1 euro. According to the principle - if you want to drink, you can't go anywhere. We didn't share.
However, vacation depends on your mood. It's time to abstract.
Hotel. And finally, they brought us! The hotel impressed us with its presentability and some oriental flavor: a beautiful hall, comfortable chairs, goldfish in the aquarium. In general, a complete set. The girls really speak Russian at the reception. Yes, and Russian girls in general. Greeted with a smile and told to wait. Although we arrived after 15:00, which made us very happy, because according to international standards, we would have been settled only after 12:00. And here we are so lucky! After an hour of waiting, one of the earlier arrivals started buzzing. It didn't help much. But still we were settled. 5 stars. All inclusive. And why don't we stay at a hotel for staff (there is such a building far from the main one)? ! Assuring, but not apologizing for the inconvenience, that after 12 the next day we will be settled in the main building. We waited a long time for the porter. Tired. Let's go yourself. The husband feverishly clenched a dollar in his fist.
Firmly filled with a desire to raise the material level of the poor local population and enable them to live the winter with dignity. On the half way, a porter caught up with us. They came. Room on the 1st floor so that you can go out from the balcony, or rather the loggia. There is no TV. There is a shower. And it pleased. Feeling sad, we decided not to indulge in despondency. In the end, there are overlays? And steadfastly prepared to wait for the next re-settlement. After a quick change of clothes, we hurried to the main building of the hotel (access to the beach, etc. ) to increase vitality. At the reception, they asked how we could have a bite to eat (of course, we were fed on the plane, but then there was the expectation of luggage, the search for a teztour, the way to the hotel, which was not straight, but rather ornate, because “along the way” tourists were brought to other hotels, and there were quite a few of them, waiting for check-in at the hotel). I had to wait a couple of hours for a coffee break.
Since "all inclusive", which implies almost around the clock service, here has a completely different meaning. In the end, we didn’t come here to eat (sorry). But we had a great time at the sea! ! ! The sea was clear and soft that day. And warm such that it is warmer even than fresh milk! True, we did not get sunbeds. It turns out that lying places need to be occupied with towels at 7 in the morning! But it is not important! The main thing is the sea, the sun, the sand! Yes, it depends on your mood. It's time to abstract.
Coffee break and more
Long awaited coffee break. By the way, Turkish coffee (price from 3 tanks) is such crap! I tried the first swill at the hotel. Hmm ... and it would be worth hearing so much about him? My husband persistently tried to try this drink everywhere we were. Not impressed. But horrified. And would it be worth talking so much about him? !
The most delicious thing in this drink turned out to be only that they gave a full glass of cool water ... but I'm not talking about that. Climbing up to the spacious veranda, we found a decent line of break-hungry people grabbing such kusmari cakes that we, even with the presence of all members of our family at this bacchanalia of sweets, would not have eaten at once. The view is of course excellent. On the sea. To the beach. To the mountains. We didn't get the cake. Having refreshed ourselves with dry cookies and coffee of unknown origin (it looks like steamed chicory with cocoa), we, who still do not give an account of why people eat so much at a coffee break, indulged in dreams of an early dinner. And now he has arrived!
We have never seen such an abundance: unripe tomatoes, unripe tomatoes with cucumbers, unripe tomatoes with cucumbers and lettuce, sliced cucumbers, steamed eggplants, fried eggplants, grated carrots on a coarse grater, salads (as it turned out, finely chopped garnish from lunch and dinner , generously filled with yogurt and sometimes decorated with herbs, and sometimes with a boiled egg), steamed beans, salted beans, and more. d. r. I have not seen such a festival of vegetables since the agricultural exhibition during the times of stagnation! Here, on the side, there were various oriental delicacies. Many of them are truly admirable! But there are also such - such as semolina porridge soaked in syrup. The pastry chef in this hotel is the only master of his craft. He managed to prepare so many types of mousses, creams and all sorts of things for us from every lunch, to dinner, + coffee break (cakes, cookies). Excellent praise.
Some more figovinki that I don’t even know what they are called, but the taste is so specific and they melt in your mouth! The only pity is that these things were rarely given, because then at dinner I came off to the fullest. On the rest of the days, mostly for dinner, my husband and I ate either a flatbread with watermelon (almost always ripe, this is the only thing), or rice with some fresh vegetables, rarely fish (if I got it), sometimes french fries (if I got it) etc. , but basically - some kind of side dish, soy meatballs could, of course, but . . they tasted too specific ... Lunch. It is something! - the same pickles, re-prepared from the day before last dinner, lunch, breakfast, + puree soup (if you want to eat, eat it). Sometimes it was possible to snatch local "rocks", that is, kidneys. Most often they were tough and with a specific smell, but ... tea is not a bar. What not to eat when you want meat.
About 3 days after my stay at this hotel, I, far from being a meat eater in the past, the one for whom the main thing is to have a cup of good coffee and a cigarette, suddenly began to dismiss the vision - a juicy big cutlet with a “teardrop”. I even smelled her! By the way, about the “rocks”, they are prepared in such a way that for one serving of kidneys it also includes much more almost raw, lightly fried and coarsely chopped pieces of onion, bell pepper, etc. There is still a sort of brutal pepper on the distribution, which imposes on a large plate of rochek, there are only 3 microscopic pieces! I specifically counted. But if you suddenly asked to put it somehow wrong, but in favor and the preponderance of the little ones, then, naturally, he does not understand Russian. And what's more, he looks at you with such eyes that you involuntarily begin to think about diet and proper nutrition.
In general, if we talk about all the nutritious and drinking attendants, then we can say with firm certainty that in many vacationers they have developed a sense of their complete inferiority due to an unforgivable craving for gluttony .... Here is the breakfast my husband and I attended with great pleasure. There was local cheese, olives, olives, local yogurt, which we poured with rose jam. There was even an egg! True, one fried egg was given out without any friction, but if they asked to put the second egg from the fried egg on a plate, then the boy from the distribution made such a face as if he poured his own on a hot baking sheet, and then he also gave it to us to eat! ! ! Yes… but against all odds, breakfast was a real belly feast for us! Even on the 15th, 20th day of our stay, when we tried to stuff the same yogurt into ourselves with a spoon. Of course, at home we also do not diversify our breakfast very much.
But, I think, for 21 days (although we went on excursions and we had a break in the kitchen about kemal bay, but more on that later), we will not treat ourselves to scrambled eggs at home, at least we are already whipping an omelette. So. Nutrition. Eatery. Turkish canteen. It seems that local chefs have a magical gift like Gold finger, only in this case dermo finger, because everything that their hand touched was irretrievably damaged and recycled from recycled (for this, this word is quite appropriate). Even further processing did not help. For example. Elemental broccoli. Raw (and you need to blanch a little in boiling water), it is fried a little and the same raw and hard is served as a side dish. After they haven’t eaten it, for example, for dinner, this very cabbage is finely chopped, mixed with another half-eaten side dish, everything is poured with yogurt, apparently also half-eaten for breakfast, because a persistent smell of sour is raging around the canteen.
This is how I walked around with a plate: first I sniffed the dish, then examined it (did a spectral analysis) and moved on to the next one. Fruits - peaches, plums, grapes (more or less ripe) stood out green, already jaw cramped (for those who did not leave them in fruit). In general, I, as it were, are the hostess myself and the processing of products is peculiar to me. Although I rarely have “leftovers” (whoever was at my table knows it) and I can also waste something a second time, but ... I am still surprised at the talent of local chefs. I cannot understand this irrationality, this complete absence of elementary ideas about the compatibility of certain products, for example, in a salad. Although I like to experiment myself. At first, I attributed everything to the fact that they were simply not familiar with the basics of European cuisine, but . . having tried the same products prepared in local eateries, I realized that there was simply a chef's tactics unknown to me.
What can I say, the east is a delicate matter .... However, the canteen also had its charms: young people dressed in Turkish cook uniforms, gracefully carrying huge flowerpots of fruit over their heads, waiters literally snatching empty plates from their hands (I was always amazed at how many dirty plates can fit on one outstretched arm! ). Those delicately carved watermelons! Of course, one wonders how many tons of food (even so tasteless) they first manage to beautifully arrange and arrange from morning to evening, and then throw a little less. How many dishes to first arrange, and then remove and not run into some boor's head. For there were our Russian tourists for whom it was so embarrassing. For their rudeness to the staff.
Once we watched an entertaining picture in the canteen, when one dad gave such a cuff to his daughter that her head literally did not come off, so we saw how the waiter boy could hardly restrain himself from answering dad in the same way. Maybe that's why they feed us so badly? I was also surprised by one guy at the distribution. He watched his workplace so much that he wiped something literally every minute! He drops some hungry sauce on the distribution, he calmly takes a napkin and gently gets wet ... and so on all day! They also baked cakes on the veranda. We haven't tried. There was always a line, and we already had enough. However, everything is about daily bread. We didn’t starve, it’s a fact, although the mezim was not useful (as we were warned by experienced all-inclusive tourists), but we didn’t get satisfaction from eating. But nobody has recovered (and after all as frightened me! )!
To be continued
As long as I live, I cannot help being astonished at the idiotic essence of the chela.
Take my husband and I for example. It seems that there are already two adults who have proven themselves at work even as very intelligent, born not very long ago, but ... is it a joke to say ? ! Already in the 2nd half of the last century. Having seen a lot of interesting things on their not-so-long journey: the era of developed (or what is it? , I don’t remember it for a long time) socialism, total censorship (which turned out to be not so bad), the iron curtain, queues for sausage with toilet paper (which still beckons with an intoxicating taste and the best standard of a modern example of the type “how is that ... well, do you remember? ”), coupons for vodka and soap, rampant democracy, the unexpected discovery of sekas in Russia, intensively building capitalism in Russian and much more.
We also managed to visit the Octobrists, Pioneers and Komsomol members, and even almost joined the party elite ranks. God was merciful. We had the honor of wearing a piece of calico around our neck, a piece of Ilyich on our chests, and personally to me - to be the detachment's nurse on duty! And despite everything listed and remaining, but no less honorable, behind the scenes, or thanks? , we have not lost faith in a person and are deeply imbued with respect for the role of a professional. Although, was there a boy? And how often have we met such a person on our thorny path of life? ! In this case, I, of course, do not mean all my relatives, girlfriends, friends, buddies, well ... and, of course, myself and my husband .... And this is understandable. They don't talk about those present, as everyone knows. But... in any case, though not few of them, but... few. For all of Mother Russia.
So. Vacation. Long awaited vacation. To whom to give their hard-earned money, where to go?
As adults and wise by life experience, we approached this issue with all thoroughness, and I would even say in a scientific way: by analyzing the survey of all our and not our relatives, girlfriends, friends, buddies, searching the Internet, as well as all kinds of paper carriers, we, as it were, mentally prepared ourselves for the fact that it is time to surrender to the mercy of a professional. Is it a joke to say? ! So many hotels, so many things! How can we dummies figure out what is beyond our meager abilities? Of course, you can find and order tours on the Internet in the same Pegasus or Teztura yourself, you can also print an electronic ticket, everything is simple here. But here's how not to stumble upon charlatans, swindlers and not blow your money for nothing? No. Here it is better to solemnly put them into the hands of a "professional" .... He knows. He won't let you down.
Choice of travel agency.
Here we also approached with all responsibility - we chose one that has proven itself in our difficult tourist market for more than one year, which publishes its own magazine, claiming to be a glamor-glossy Novokuznetsk-style edition, "Samy Sok" and a few smaller firms, control ones, so to speak. Seems like they did the smart thing. As expected. Friends of acquaintances were not contacted. Probably, each of us remembers a similar experience. It turns out even worse than it could be, but now you can’t fill your face - you are bound by friendly obligations .... But what about satisfaction, at least moral? !
Our brains soared for more than a month, that's for sure. And just like that, you come to the firm, the “professional” girls poke your face into their computer until it flickers in your eyes and your head spins, give you homework to look at a number of hotels at home and let go in peace until the next procedure.
All this action, I was in a stupid confusion - and why should I poke a computer? I can turn it on myself. Yes, home is more convenient. But, firmly believing in professionals, I firmly understood that this was a warm-up and that soon they would begin to work out those percentages that would later be ripped off from us. Some of the firms disappeared spontaneously: with each of our arrival, the prices for tours increased more and more ... but we were assured that this was for now, that it was soon that we would reach the amount we needed and we would definitely not get into trouble. In love, they will send us no worse, and even better, and with the least financial losses ... We again hid our passports and money in a bag and waited for the appointed X-hour. How else? After all, we would have done exactly the same in our workplace - we would have tried to do our job as well as possible. The last firmochka turned out to be the most “honest” - she just said “you need to wait”, well, so that the prices of vouchers become cheaper.
Well, we waited. How else? ! Because they know for sure. They are something in this business is not the first year .... Patience ended about 2 weeks before the deadline indicated by us - there were no forces anymore. But… Then we were ot-footballed. As in Soviet times - "wait for an answer" ... we waited. Then they were inflexible and they accepted us after a few days. The vouchers didn’t really get cheaper, but we were suddenly seated at a table with a sign “loan in 5 minutes” .... No. Of course, we didn’t take a loan, but ... the vouchers turned out to be more expensive than the amount indicated by us by a thousand that way by 20, but they gave us a “discount” and then it turned out to be only 10, then we paid for insurance .... Tell more? Really pro. By breeder. We were solemnly printed out all the papers that I could “make” on the net myself, handed over, recommended to call if anything ....
Stunned by the success, proudly squeezing the contract in my hands and finally feeling like real tourists to my heart’s content, I still didn’t let go of the thought - but soon they will work out the interest and what their professional activity is. But soon I realized that, apparently, it will manifest itself at the Novosibirsk airport .... Alas, no one was waiting for us there. All the representatives were waiting, but the teztour was not waiting. As in the airport in Turkey, no one stood with the promised sign, they themselves are ours. What for? After all, professionals. But, of course, we were afraid. Is it a joke to say? In a foreign country, in a foreign huge airport, with passports in hand and mythical electronic tickets back ... everything. Although still insurance. Now fine. But about the arrival later.
Apparently, the paid competence of the travel agency includes refuting the reviews of tourists on hotels and exhortations like “how do you set yourself up for a vacation”, which we could clearly see throughout the hotel, and more often on the beach. When a bunch of vacationers sit with a bewildered-offended-hungry-driven look and say out loud "but there is a sea, sun, sand" or something like that. The people meditated desperately. But, in my opinion, to no avail. A sort of club of masochists with an optimistic aplomb. Yes…. This is what travel agents have done one hundred percent. I remember an elderly couple from Odessa, whom we asked about the rest upon arrival. “Everything is shitty. Although ... how do you set yourself up ... And if you do not pay attention to the little things ... like the view from the window on a blank wall ... anyway, we only spend the night in the room. Why do we have a view from the window? or bad food... But you don't want to get better anyway... so... it's all for the best. " Impressed. But it didn't help.
So.
It's done! Inspired, we rushed to buy a pharmacy according to the list provided by the travel agency, with the rest of the holiday money that had not yet been converted into foreign currency (here, by the way, there are some subtleties: in Turkey they respect dollars, but they strive for the European Union, so prices are more often in euros, but you can pay in rubles. The scheme is as follows: juice, 1 glass, price - 1 dollar / 1 euro / 40 rubles, packing of luggage - 6 euros, 7 bucks, 300 rubles, i. e. the Turks have a peculiar logic). Enough. Of money. But what they took with them - no, they didn’t need exactly everything, but it wouldn’t hurt to cough (the air is humid, hot, terrible bronchitis broke out). And with a sense of accomplishment, we went to pack a suitcase according to the principle - a shirt, a T-shirt, shorts, 2 pieces. Why recruit? All clothes are either from China or Turkey, so we will buy more there.
Service. Or how to choose the right tour operator
So. Tour operator. Teztur is another touch to razvodilovo. Really specialists.
Nobody was waiting for us in Novosibirsk (charter from there). After huddling around at the counter where the other representatives were, we, inspired by the future voyage, shrugged our shoulders and decided - well, why meet us? Tea is not small. And so everything is clear. You need to get on a plane. Sat down. They took off.
The rather peculiar service of the stewards somewhat confused us here as well. I, who have been using the services of Aeroflot since the days when sandwiches with black caviar were served for breakfast on an airplane, decided to attribute everything to the fact that it was decaying socialism, but now everything is different, more modern, more advanced ... Like, it's like I'm morally obsolete. I'm not modern. I don't count my husband. He didn’t even fly with red caviar! But he was also taken aback. I won't go into too much detail, I'll tell you a little. Firstly, when I asked to bring water, the stewardess said to me so sarcastically, “what’s the matter? !
They took it and went with their legs, you will take water for yourself, there it is on the table in the steward's room. To my question - “what do we have a self-service plane now? She patted her eyelashes in bewilderment and cheered up - “well, what are we? Don't be shy, take it yourself. " And she continued to have a nice conversation with Stuart. I think, really, why have I been sitting for so long, I should have stretched myself, wandered for water (plain water), a path had already been laid for other thirsty citizens (it was terribly stuffy on the plane, and the “blowers” for some reason were too lazy to work ). In progress! How! It turns out that everything is as simple as on the liner! And what, that the knees rest on the buttocks of the person in front and the elbows are a little numb, because the underarms are clearly designed for gnomes ? ! But how much freedom in movement!
Secondly, I was somewhat stunned by the fact that everything that fell into the aisle between the seats (for example, someone’s fork or candy, a friend fell asleep, didn’t clean up after himself) was not raised by the stewards, but after they passed trampled into the carpet and kneaded by carts. Upon arrival, the view was stunning - a sort of rubbish aerotract around the perimeter .... However! How easy everything became. And so on. But these are flights from Novosibirsk to Turkey and vice versa. The flight to Telyaviv, Istanbul from and to Turkey, or rather their service, was significantly different. Apparently, our notorious Russian indifference is working. However, vacation depends on your mood. It's time to step back from the situation.
Arriving at the Turkish airport turned out to be as ambivalent in terms of sensations as our entire holiday. On the one hand, delight - landed, arrived! On the other hand, where is the representative of the teztur with a sign? !
While we were rushing from side to side and trying to figure out where we should go now, we experienced a range of emotions - from horror that they had thrown us out of a purely Russian habit, to dumb delight - we found them (representatives of other tour operators helped) !! ! ! They modestly stood in the distance. Unlike other tour operators, they didn’t loom at all with a sign, but decorously waited for the dumbfounded tourists with bulging eyes a little further away, closer to the buses. Apparently, “shock is our way” and “do not fuss under the client” they came up with. Finally we were loaded onto the bus. Happiness is somewhere near! However, vacation depends on your mood. It's time to step back from the situation. A couple of times we really felt the expression “covered with a cold sweat”: it’s not in Russia to be in a state of free flight .... Rather than flying. Or arrival?
Guides. Or what a real guide should be
Well, finally, the excited audience sat down in their seats on the bus. The air conditioner worked and everything was in openwork, what was, was. And so our trip to Turkey began! Inspired newly minted tourists crouched with cameras and cameras to the windows. Everyone needed impressions and picturesque views. Everyone tried not to lose the precious moments of the long-awaited journey for a minute. The guide girl introduced herself, briefly asked about our impressions and started the tour. Everything looked like this. But these houses belong to the richest area. There are few of them. The richest people in Turkey live here. Now look to the left. This is where the main population lives. They are very poor. Literally nothing to live on. You can't even buy clothes. Therefore, many go in uniform. In general, everything they earn, they have to put aside for the winter. This is what they live on.
Therefore, the tipping system is very welcome here. They are very proud people. so there is no need to give money to them. Do you see the basket near the driver's seat? This is where you will need to add tips. It was like that on arrival. The girl happily told us that now we need to thank the driver in a friendly manner. Everyone began to put bucks into the basket in bewilderment. And so on throughout the rest. In general, the tipping system somehow got there. But after such a fiery speech by the guide, I personally got the impression that we came exactly to improve the welfare of the poor local population, and not exactly to rest. By the way, I never doubted this for 21 days of stay. Then they brought us to the toilet, but, of course, he passed through a store where there was nothing to buy, and a bottle of drinking water 0.5 cost 1 tank / 1 euro. According to the principle - if you want to drink, you can't go anywhere. We didn't share.
However, vacation depends on your mood. It's time to abstract.
Hotel. And finally, they brought us! The hotel impressed us with its presentability and some oriental flavor: a beautiful hall, comfortable chairs, goldfish in the aquarium. In general, a complete set. The girls really speak Russian at the reception. Yes, and Russian girls in general. Greeted with a smile and told to wait. Although we arrived after 15:00, which made us very happy, because according to international standards, we would have been settled only after 12:00. And here we are so lucky! After an hour of waiting, one of the earlier arrivals started buzzing. It didn't help much. But still we were settled. 5 stars. All inclusive. And why don't we stay at a hotel for staff (there is such a building far from the main one)? ! Assuring, but not apologizing for the inconvenience, that after 12 the next day we will be settled in the main building. We waited a long time for the porter. Tired. Let's go yourself. The husband feverishly clenched a dollar in his fist.
Firmly filled with a desire to raise the material level of the poor local population and enable them to live the winter with dignity. On the half way, a porter caught up with us. They came. Room on the 1st floor so that you can go out from the balcony, or rather the loggia. There is no TV. There is a shower. And it pleased. Feeling sad, we decided not to indulge in despondency. In the end, there are overlays? And steadfastly prepared to wait for the next re-settlement. After a quick change of clothes, we hurried to the main building of the hotel (access to the beach, etc. ) to increase vitality. At the reception, they asked how we could have a bite to eat (of course, we were fed on the plane, but then there was the expectation of luggage, the search for a teztour, the way to the hotel, which was not straight, but rather ornate, because “along the way” tourists were brought to other hotels, and there were quite a few of them, waiting for check-in at the hotel). I had to wait a couple of hours for a coffee break.
Since "all inclusive", which implies almost around the clock service, here has a completely different meaning. In the end, we didn’t come here to eat (sorry). But we had a great time at the sea! ! ! The sea was clear and soft that day. And warm such that it is warmer even than fresh milk! True, we did not get sunbeds. It turns out that lying places need to be occupied with towels at 7 in the morning! But it is not important! The main thing is the sea, the sun, the sand! Yes, it depends on your mood. It's time to abstract.
Coffee break and more
Long awaited coffee break. By the way, Turkish coffee (price from 3 tanks) is such crap! I tried the first swill at the hotel. Hmm ... and it would be worth hearing so much about him? My husband persistently tried to try this drink everywhere we were. Not impressed. But horrified. And would it be worth talking so much about him? !
The most delicious thing in this drink turned out to be only that they gave a full glass of cool water ... but I'm not talking about that. Climbing up to the spacious veranda, we found a decent line of break-hungry people grabbing such kusmari cakes that we, even with the presence of all members of our family at this bacchanalia of sweets, would not have eaten at once. The view is of course excellent. On the sea. To the beach. To the mountains. We didn't get the cake. Having refreshed ourselves with dry cookies and coffee of unknown origin (it looks like steamed chicory with cocoa), we, who still do not give an account of why people eat so much at a coffee break, indulged in dreams of an early dinner. And now he has arrived!
We have never seen such an abundance: unripe tomatoes, unripe tomatoes with cucumbers, unripe tomatoes with cucumbers and lettuce, sliced cucumbers, steamed eggplants, fried eggplants, grated carrots on a coarse grater, salads (as it turned out, finely chopped garnish from lunch and dinner , generously filled with yogurt and sometimes decorated with herbs, and sometimes with a boiled egg), steamed beans, salted beans, and more. d. r. I have not seen such a festival of vegetables since the agricultural exhibition during the times of stagnation! Here, on the side, there were various oriental delicacies. Many of them are truly admirable! But there are also such - such as semolina porridge soaked in syrup. The pastry chef in this hotel is the only master of his craft. He managed to prepare so many types of mousses, creams and all sorts of things for us from every lunch, to dinner, + coffee break (cakes, cookies). Excellent praise.
Some more figovinki that I don’t even know what they are called, but the taste is so specific and they melt in your mouth! The only pity is that these things were rarely given, because then at dinner I came off to the fullest. On the rest of the days, mostly for dinner, my husband and I ate either a flatbread with watermelon (almost always ripe, this is the only thing), or rice with some fresh vegetables, rarely fish (if I got it), sometimes french fries (if I got it) etc. , but basically - some kind of side dish, soy meatballs could, of course, but . . they tasted too specific ... Lunch. It is something! - the same pickles, re-prepared from the day before last dinner, lunch, breakfast, + puree soup (if you want to eat, eat it). Sometimes it was possible to snatch local "rocks", that is, kidneys. Most often they were tough and with a specific smell, but ... tea is not a bar. What not to eat when you want meat.
About 3 days after my stay at this hotel, I, far from being a meat eater in the past, the one for whom the main thing is to have a cup of good coffee and a cigarette, suddenly began to dismiss the vision - a juicy big cutlet with a “teardrop”. I even smelled her! By the way, about the “rocks”, they are prepared in such a way that for one serving of kidneys it also includes much more almost raw, lightly fried and coarsely chopped pieces of onion, bell pepper, etc. There is still a sort of brutal pepper on the distribution, which imposes on a large plate of rochek, there are only 3 microscopic pieces! I specifically counted. But if you suddenly asked to put it somehow wrong, but in favor and the preponderance of the little ones, then, naturally, he does not understand Russian. And what's more, he looks at you with such eyes that you involuntarily begin to think about diet and proper nutrition.
In general, if we talk about all the nutritious and drinking attendants, then we can say with firm certainty that in many vacationers they have developed a sense of their complete inferiority due to an unforgivable craving for gluttony .... Here is the breakfast my husband and I attended with great pleasure. There was local cheese, olives, olives, local yogurt, which we poured with rose jam. There was even an egg! True, one fried egg was given out without any friction, but if they asked to put the second egg from the fried egg on a plate, then the boy from the distribution made such a face as if he poured his own on a hot baking sheet, and then he also gave it to us to eat! ! ! Yes… but against all odds, breakfast was a real belly feast for us! Even on the 15th, 20th day of our stay, when we tried to stuff the same yogurt into ourselves with a spoon. Of course, at home we also do not diversify our breakfast very much.
But, I think, for 21 days (although we went on excursions and we had a break in the kitchen about kemal bay, but more on that later), we will not treat ourselves to scrambled eggs at home, at least we are already whipping an omelette. So. Nutrition. Eatery. Turkish canteen. It seems that local chefs have a magical gift like Gold finger, only in this case dermo finger, because everything that their hand touched was irretrievably damaged and recycled from recycled (for this, this word is quite appropriate). Even further processing did not help. For example. Elemental broccoli. Raw (and you need to blanch a little in boiling water), it is fried a little and the same raw and hard is served as a side dish. After they haven’t eaten it, for example, for dinner, this very cabbage is finely chopped, mixed with another half-eaten side dish, everything is poured with yogurt, apparently also half-eaten for breakfast, because a persistent smell of sour is raging around the canteen.
This is how I walked around with a plate: first I sniffed the dish, then examined it (did a spectral analysis) and moved on to the next one. Fruits - peaches, plums, grapes (more or less ripe) stood out green, already jaw cramped (for those who did not leave them in fruit). In general, I, as it were, are the hostess myself and the processing of products is peculiar to me. Although I rarely have “leftovers” (whoever was at my table knows it) and I can also waste something a second time, but ... I am still surprised at the talent of local chefs. I cannot understand this irrationality, this complete absence of elementary ideas about the compatibility of certain products, for example, in a salad. Although I like to experiment myself. At first, I attributed everything to the fact that they were simply not familiar with the basics of European cuisine, but . . having tried the same products prepared in local eateries, I realized that there was simply a chef's tactics unknown to me.
What can I say, the east is a delicate matter .... However, the canteen also had its charms: young people dressed in Turkish cook uniforms, gracefully carrying huge flowerpots of fruit over their heads, waiters literally snatching empty plates from their hands (I was always amazed at how many dirty plates can fit on one outstretched arm! ). Those delicately carved watermelons! Of course, one wonders how many tons of food (even so tasteless) they first manage to beautifully arrange and arrange from morning to evening, and then throw a little less. How many dishes to first arrange, and then remove and not run into some boor's head. For there were our Russian tourists for whom it was so embarrassing. For their rudeness to the staff.
Once we watched an entertaining picture in the canteen, when one dad gave such a cuff to his daughter that her head literally did not come off, so we saw how the waiter boy could hardly restrain himself from answering dad in the same way. Maybe that's why they feed us so badly? I was also surprised by one guy at the distribution. He watched his workplace so much that he wiped something literally every minute! He drops some hungry sauce on the distribution, he calmly takes a napkin and gently gets wet ... and so on all day! They also baked cakes on the veranda. We haven't tried. There was always a line, and we already had enough. However, everything is about daily bread. We didn’t starve, it’s a fact, although the mezim was not useful (as we were warned by experienced all-inclusive tourists), but we didn’t get satisfaction from eating. But nobody has recovered (and after all as frightened me! )!
To be continued
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