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I will try to write the most unbiased review of this hotel to put it mildly.
So flight Samara-Antalya from Pegas Touristik. There were no Pegasus representatives at the Samara airport, they flew out at 00-10 at night. Flight time is 3 hours 20 minutes. Upon arrival, we were put on a bus that takes about 2.5 hours to Konakli.
The first bad feeling appeared at the sight of the reception - the calling card of any hotel. Old, antediluvian upholstered furniture, dirty coffee tables. The staff pretends that they do not understand Russian well, although this is not so. In the eyes, only a gleam of profit. Traveled as a family with a small 3 year old child. We were told that they would check into the room after 14-00, the time was 7-30. The little one fell asleep on the couch. While I was exploring the territory, my wife agreed on an earlier check-in without any money. We got the 1st bungalow from the reception, 1st floor, room 2315. Standard family room 2+1.

The maid had not yet had time to clean the floor, and when we entered the room, our worst fears were confirmed. Who happened to live there knows that I'm not lying. Imagine the atmosphere of a Soviet hotel in the 1930s. Not only is there practically no furniture, but it is also none. Skinned, withered from time to time, the wardrobe is generally assembled from at least 3 different ones. There are black dirty spots on the painted walls, a trophy chandelier hangs torn from the ceiling, some kind of terrible floor lamp from the scenery of films about the NKVD. The air conditioner is all broken and, as it turned out, lives its own life, I want to work, I want not. The shower cabin is partially leaking. Such curtains will not be hung now even in the poorest village. The room itself is small, in the middle there is a 2-bed, and there is no 3rd place for a child. They promised to bring me a cot, on which I ended up sleeping, propping up the balcony door with my head, at the same time performing the duties of a watchdog.
The cot was delivered at 10 o'clock in the morning after a scandal with the reception staff and a couple of strong words addressed to them, they still understand Russian swearing. Well, okay, since we were very tired after the road, we decided not to ask to change the room, and even more so to offer them money. As it turned out in the end, our number is not the worst of all. At night we were in for a pleasant surprise. Out of nowhere, small, biting Turkish mosquitoes come from. They took a raptor with them, but for some mystical reason he died on the second night. The child was most affected by mosquitoes, until the end of the rest she went bitten like a pineapple. In the mornings, during the rest, we were awakened by the sound of a working grinder, the neighboring hotel was being renovated. The hotel itself is the following spectacle: someone has already written that there is no territory as such. Two fences at a distance of 20 meters from each other.
On the right side of the reception behind the fence are partially abandoned greenhouses, on the left side of the hotel under construction. Between them is a paved road with a length of 700 meters to the pools, 1000 to the sea. On each side there are 9 3-storey bungalows. We must pay tribute to the hotel has its own gardener who cares for the vegetation. The area is beautiful and full of flowers. I will not describe in detail the entire territory, I will note some inconsistencies. The gym, it is not there, there are some incomprehensible children's simulators on the street, more like instruments of torture. Once I smiled so much, two Muscovites with smart faces approached the manager and asked, dear, where is your fitness center here. From the first day of arrival, they began to invite us to the hammam, it costs 19 bucks, since we are not lovers of baths in general, we found a way to refuse them. On the territory there is a small grocery store, as well as leather.
The Turkish leather seller introduced himself to us as Ilya and took us on a free tour to Alanya to the Leder Haus leather house. I advise everyone to have very high-quality clothes, a small one bargained for a children's sheepskin coat for 100 bucks. A lot has been written about trade in Turkey, the worst thing is that tourists do not know the real cost of things. You have to bargain everywhere, even in grocery stores. it is better to pay for groceries in lira, since even an icicle for a child costs van dollars. The coast consists of stone slabs extending 30 meters into the sea. Passages are cut through in them, the bottom is all in stones, so it is better to dive directly from the plates. The sea is salty and when small waves bring algae to the shore. The Turks are removing them. Now for the male half of the readers - a bar. There are 2 in the hotel. On the beach there is a snack, where only beer is poured, and the main one by the pools. All free locally produced liquor; vodka, gin, rum, crayfish. The men mostly sit at the bar.

During the rest, I found myself a group of like-minded people, with whom they drove the hotel into a minus for alcohol. The bartenders were tired of pouring us, in the last days before departure they were tearfully interested, guys, when will you finally fly away, to which we answered them, our relatives are coming to you, so be strong. At least this somehow recaptured the cost of vouchers. Now food. Unsubscribe in detail what and how I will not just say everything is monotonous, in spices, spicy. Designed for people with strong stomachs. A lot of greens, salads, no meat, only chicken, fish, turkey. The animation is liked by small children, and so mostly dirty dirty jokes at the genital level. Everyone is tired. I am writing a conclusion. Before that, rest in treshka, and so treshka treshka strife. The biggest problem with the hotel is the staff. as we later learned, he changed completely. They do not want and cannot work with tourists from Russia.
I watched how they crawled in front of foreigners when they saw a wallet, and expected a generous tip. One of the tourists hurt her leg on the glass table at the reception, the Turks stood as they were, ours ran for water and provided first aid. Not knowing the Russian language on the part of the staff with 95% of vacationers from Russia speaks volumes. We are not expected and appreciated there. I am amazed at the greed of tour operators who sell tours to tourists (perhaps for good kickbacks) in this garbage dump. Yes, I remembered in the room on TV they are advertising about the Aska hotel chain, and so in ours they show only the territory and the appearance of the bungalow, not a single photo of the room, this is for people who did not believe me. So, who wants extreme sports and possible health problems, welcome to aska sun queen. . .