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So, our Turkish voyage is over and you can capture your emotions on paper, i. e. on turkish truth : )
Impressions - a lot! I still remember this black coffee, this blue sea, yellow sun, green grass, red strawberries and, thank God, I'm not color blind: ) But the endorphins went off scale and it's true.
Each person imagines their vacation differently. I imagine it near the sea, in comfortable living conditions and so that it is in places of easy reach, not to think about anything, but to enjoy what (or who) is nearby. As they say, what you want is what you get! : ) And now, again, Turkey was in my story. Usually, when you return to your native places, friends ask: where were you, and what did you see, how many gifts did you bring : ), did you manage to relax, what are the prices in the country where you went on excursions and were there any people at all : ) , why did you come back: ) etc. I'm telling you.
I would like to go to heaven. Hello Antalya!
There were no delays with the flight, for this a huge thank you to the carrier Karya-tour.
The flight was at night, and the plane was quite crowded, and yet, due to Duty-Free, tourists did not have fun except for the two of us : ). But for my beloved, who woke up at 2 am, the only most attractive way to brighten up his leisure time was 100 g of Red Label. Well, people are people too : ). And our people - even more so : ). But we behaved decently enough! We are engaged in serious affairs in a life: ) and, besides, non-drinkers. But we will not refuse a glass of good wine : ).
Outside the porthole -56C, the flight is normal. No one "under the blue skies" tried to open the porthole, to say to a fellow in the chair, "do you respect me? ”and, in general, our Boeing was flying strictly on course, despite the pandemonium near the WC: ).
And here is the airport. +30С. Private transfer. The guide girl is my countrywoman from Kharkov.
She tried to tell us what is good and interesting in Turkey, how many days the sun shines a year : ), where are we going, but to the question “why is Ukraine worse and / or better than Turkey? ” and “why doesn’t she work in her native Kharkov? ”, she could not answer: ).
The first thing that confuses is the drivers and their manner of driving. Since our hotel was of the highest level, we were assigned a free (!!! ) car with a driver and a guide to travel wherever your heart desires. I decided to "use the ball" and go shopping in Antalya. My bewilderment was all the way. The first is if the phone rings, you can not pay attention to the road, but talk with your missus. Second, not a single driver knows either Russian or English and drives as he sees fit. And they don't know how to drive. At what everything. They do not go, but convulsively maneuver, even if the road is completely empty.
I wanted to show how great and powerful the Russian language is, but, realizing that the driver Idzhi (as the driver called himself) does not understand anything, I decided to “score” and look out the window. Third, they don’t press the horns at all, even when a mother with three children and a stroller crosses the road. I remember an anecdote from Soviet times: "Brakes and red lights were invented by cowards. " It is not without reason that Turkey ranks 1st in terms of accidents in the world (the statistics were told by the guide). At intersections, the movement of cars goes through each other, while people go through the flow of cars. In general, during such adventures, my complexion changed and became the same as that of a Turk driver. This is where people need to be converted! A couple of such trips and any atheist will become a fanatically religious person. In general, driving with Turkish drivers is not a pleasant pleasure, be careful.
Hotel.
AKKA Antedon Hotel 5 * (Ex. Antedon Deluxe) is one of the premium class hotels located in the Beddibi area. The territory of the hotel is 90.
000m2. All buildings reflect the features of Turkish architecture of the Republican period. A large reception area, on a separate table, illuminating drinks for visitors and Turkish delight were offered. I have never seen this in any hotel.
Inside there is a glass elevator, and when you ride it, you can see the enormous height of palm trees and my favorite blue sea : ). But it is impossible to enjoy such a spectacle for a long time, the elevator was high-speed).
Sooo many pools, restaurants, bars and various lush greenery.
The room had a mountain view. Every morning I went out onto the terrace, waking up, looking at the clouds covering the peaks of the Tauride Mountains. For some reason, this view reminded me of a soufflé cake). The 3rd floor was equal to the 5th, because what we consider to be the 1st floor, they have -1 floor. Then comes 0.1, and so on.
Kitchen.
As I mentioned, with food in Turkey in a good five hotel, everything is fine. Gastronomic orgasms happened to us all the time: ).
And our Slavic faces in anticipation of dinner could be filmed : ). This hotel had a break for food from 2 am to 5 am. So you don't have to worry about a snack : ) All the time, restaurants and bars were working non-stop. Everything was insanely delicious! I will not write about the variety of dishes, since my brain did not adequately perceive all the quantity that was prepared for my favorite tourists. Sometimes, I even had neuroses if I was late for an amazing omelette, cooked in 10 seconds in front of you and for you : ). About cakes and buns (I inspired myself that they were without extra calories), I generally keep quiet, no matter how much you talk about honey, but it won’t become sweeter, you have to try : ). Here I will say nothing.
One day during lunch, I went to the fruit table where the waitress was putting strawberries and asked her: “Are the strawberries sweet? because she looked pretty good (strawberry, not a waitress! : ). And the answer is "Red strawberries. "
I had to make a blond expression on my face and smile sweetly : ). Strawberries really turned out to be not quite sweet, which can not be said about oranges, grapes, peaches, which I ate in my room excitedly. Why in the room, you ask? Because no one sees how carelessly I eat my favorite juicy peaches : ).
We were struck by all sorts of fresh juices - in any quantity! You approach the apparatus and make from those fruits that are nearby in the basket, from which you want. Sooo delicious and fresh! I want again! : )
Bars.
This is a different story.
The Turk bar surprised us with absolutely white terry sofas and pillows, and the coffee there was so intrusively fragrant that it was simply impossible not to drink it. I love coffee! This coffee will save the world, not some beauty! : ) ( Please do not remember the phrase "Hey, beauty, save the world, go for beer" : ).
The snack bars had incredible snacks, and since Kitten and I are gourmets and we had all imported alcoholic drinks included, this was no small matter for us. I drank champagne in the morning, double Baileys flowed like water throughout the day, and ended the day with two glasses (after all, there was a lot of dinner) of white or red wine. Beloved preferred beer (draft, Turkish production, but of a fairly high quality) and local Raki vodka.
Sea-ee.
Beautiful, boundless, morning or evening - still warm to the point of madness, and very transparent. We sincerely tried not to swim across it. And, you know, we did it!
There were many small fish in the sea. And when you start feeding them bread, they immediately gathered in flocks and raced to grab a bigger crumb. Nice sight. )
People.
There was no need to speak English, as there were many Russians.
My Kitten even said: “And why does Russia want to take Crimea if they are vacationing in Turkey? ! Take Turkey! ": ) And what? Not a bad idea : ) After all, the Americans have their own Russia. The small settlement of Russia, numbering about 500 inhabitants, is located in the state of Ohio. True, there are no Russians there at all, but, as you know, you can’t argue against the facts : ).
Even among the vacationers it was amazing to see families where the husband is a Turk and the wife is Ukrainian. But half-sheikhs with three wives were not at all surprised.
Animation.
Once during the rest, my beloved and I decided to honor this event with our presence and went to a disco, which visiting animators arranged on the pier. There were competitions, dances, fireworks, songs, a fire show on the beach and somersaults on jet skis in the sea. I liked everything, tables with cocktails were also on the pier, but the dancing girls were "so-so".
Most likely, those who cannot find an application for their talents in their native country go to work as animators.
This also applied to daytime animation. If water aerobics still pulled on a solid 4, then the master classes of beat dance (as they called it) were on a stretched 3. Well, as they called it, they taught it : ).
The same goes for competitions. Having decided to participate in one of these, after 20 minutes I was already asking: “What is this? Until morning? ! ". But the Gods were merciful to me, and after 40 minutes this action ended : ).
Pre-flight control.
This is the place where I fully felt the notorious Turkish hospitality! I still get angry when I remember. I will try to do without harsh comments, because I don’t want to swear and spoil the review of a wonderful country. But they took 6 jars of different creams from me! And my favorite is Valentino body lotion! I'll never forget! Wow! I even cried at the airport.
Life, travel, the sea and you are wonderful : ).
Impressions - a lot! I still remember this black coffee, this blue sea, yellow sun, green grass, red strawberries and, thank God, I'm not color blind: ) But the endorphins went off scale and it's true.
Each person imagines their vacation differently. I imagine it near the sea, in comfortable living conditions and so that it is in places of easy reach, not to think about anything, but to enjoy what (or who) is nearby. As they say, what you want is what you get! : ) And now, again, Turkey was in my story. Usually, when you return to your native places, friends ask: where were you, and what did you see, how many gifts did you bring : ), did you manage to relax, what are the prices in the country where you went on excursions and were there any people at all : ) , why did you come back: ) etc. I'm telling you.
I would like to go to heaven. Hello Antalya!
There were no delays with the flight, for this a huge thank you to the carrier Karya-tour.
The flight was at night, and the plane was quite crowded, and yet, due to Duty-Free, tourists did not have fun except for the two of us : ). But for my beloved, who woke up at 2 am, the only most attractive way to brighten up his leisure time was 100 g of Red Label. Well, people are people too : ). And our people - even more so : ). But we behaved decently enough! We are engaged in serious affairs in a life: ) and, besides, non-drinkers. But we will not refuse a glass of good wine : ).
Outside the porthole -56C, the flight is normal. No one "under the blue skies" tried to open the porthole, to say to a fellow in the chair, "do you respect me? ”and, in general, our Boeing was flying strictly on course, despite the pandemonium near the WC: ).
And here is the airport. +30С. Private transfer. The guide girl is my countrywoman from Kharkov.
She tried to tell us what is good and interesting in Turkey, how many days the sun shines a year : ), where are we going, but to the question “why is Ukraine worse and / or better than Turkey? ” and “why doesn’t she work in her native Kharkov? ”, she could not answer: ).
The first thing that confuses is the drivers and their manner of driving. Since our hotel was of the highest level, we were assigned a free (!!! ) car with a driver and a guide to travel wherever your heart desires. I decided to "use the ball" and go shopping in Antalya. My bewilderment was all the way. The first is if the phone rings, you can not pay attention to the road, but talk with your missus. Second, not a single driver knows either Russian or English and drives as he sees fit. And they don't know how to drive. At what everything. They do not go, but convulsively maneuver, even if the road is completely empty.
I wanted to show how great and powerful the Russian language is, but, realizing that the driver Idzhi (as the driver called himself) does not understand anything, I decided to “score” and look out the window. Third, they don’t press the horns at all, even when a mother with three children and a stroller crosses the road. I remember an anecdote from Soviet times: "Brakes and red lights were invented by cowards. " It is not without reason that Turkey ranks 1st in terms of accidents in the world (the statistics were told by the guide). At intersections, the movement of cars goes through each other, while people go through the flow of cars. In general, during such adventures, my complexion changed and became the same as that of a Turk driver. This is where people need to be converted! A couple of such trips and any atheist will become a fanatically religious person. In general, driving with Turkish drivers is not a pleasant pleasure, be careful.
Hotel.
AKKA Antedon Hotel 5 * (Ex. Antedon Deluxe) is one of the premium class hotels located in the Beddibi area. The territory of the hotel is 90.
000m2. All buildings reflect the features of Turkish architecture of the Republican period. A large reception area, on a separate table, illuminating drinks for visitors and Turkish delight were offered. I have never seen this in any hotel.
Inside there is a glass elevator, and when you ride it, you can see the enormous height of palm trees and my favorite blue sea : ). But it is impossible to enjoy such a spectacle for a long time, the elevator was high-speed).
Sooo many pools, restaurants, bars and various lush greenery.
The room had a mountain view. Every morning I went out onto the terrace, waking up, looking at the clouds covering the peaks of the Tauride Mountains. For some reason, this view reminded me of a soufflé cake). The 3rd floor was equal to the 5th, because what we consider to be the 1st floor, they have -1 floor. Then comes 0.1, and so on.
Kitchen.
As I mentioned, with food in Turkey in a good five hotel, everything is fine. Gastronomic orgasms happened to us all the time: ).
And our Slavic faces in anticipation of dinner could be filmed : ). This hotel had a break for food from 2 am to 5 am. So you don't have to worry about a snack : ) All the time, restaurants and bars were working non-stop. Everything was insanely delicious! I will not write about the variety of dishes, since my brain did not adequately perceive all the quantity that was prepared for my favorite tourists. Sometimes, I even had neuroses if I was late for an amazing omelette, cooked in 10 seconds in front of you and for you : ). About cakes and buns (I inspired myself that they were without extra calories), I generally keep quiet, no matter how much you talk about honey, but it won’t become sweeter, you have to try : ). Here I will say nothing.
One day during lunch, I went to the fruit table where the waitress was putting strawberries and asked her: “Are the strawberries sweet? because she looked pretty good (strawberry, not a waitress! : ). And the answer is "Red strawberries. "
I had to make a blond expression on my face and smile sweetly : ). Strawberries really turned out to be not quite sweet, which can not be said about oranges, grapes, peaches, which I ate in my room excitedly. Why in the room, you ask? Because no one sees how carelessly I eat my favorite juicy peaches : ).
We were struck by all sorts of fresh juices - in any quantity! You approach the apparatus and make from those fruits that are nearby in the basket, from which you want. Sooo delicious and fresh! I want again! : )
Bars.
This is a different story.
The Turk bar surprised us with absolutely white terry sofas and pillows, and the coffee there was so intrusively fragrant that it was simply impossible not to drink it. I love coffee! This coffee will save the world, not some beauty! : ) ( Please do not remember the phrase "Hey, beauty, save the world, go for beer" : ).
The snack bars had incredible snacks, and since Kitten and I are gourmets and we had all imported alcoholic drinks included, this was no small matter for us. I drank champagne in the morning, double Baileys flowed like water throughout the day, and ended the day with two glasses (after all, there was a lot of dinner) of white or red wine. Beloved preferred beer (draft, Turkish production, but of a fairly high quality) and local Raki vodka.
Sea-ee.
Beautiful, boundless, morning or evening - still warm to the point of madness, and very transparent. We sincerely tried not to swim across it. And, you know, we did it!
There were many small fish in the sea. And when you start feeding them bread, they immediately gathered in flocks and raced to grab a bigger crumb. Nice sight. )
People.
There was no need to speak English, as there were many Russians.
My Kitten even said: “And why does Russia want to take Crimea if they are vacationing in Turkey? ! Take Turkey! ": ) And what? Not a bad idea : ) After all, the Americans have their own Russia. The small settlement of Russia, numbering about 500 inhabitants, is located in the state of Ohio. True, there are no Russians there at all, but, as you know, you can’t argue against the facts : ).
Even among the vacationers it was amazing to see families where the husband is a Turk and the wife is Ukrainian. But half-sheikhs with three wives were not at all surprised.
Animation.
Once during the rest, my beloved and I decided to honor this event with our presence and went to a disco, which visiting animators arranged on the pier. There were competitions, dances, fireworks, songs, a fire show on the beach and somersaults on jet skis in the sea. I liked everything, tables with cocktails were also on the pier, but the dancing girls were "so-so".
Most likely, those who cannot find an application for their talents in their native country go to work as animators.
This also applied to daytime animation. If water aerobics still pulled on a solid 4, then the master classes of beat dance (as they called it) were on a stretched 3. Well, as they called it, they taught it : ).
The same goes for competitions. Having decided to participate in one of these, after 20 minutes I was already asking: “What is this? Until morning? ! ". But the Gods were merciful to me, and after 40 minutes this action ended : ).
Pre-flight control.
This is the place where I fully felt the notorious Turkish hospitality! I still get angry when I remember. I will try to do without harsh comments, because I don’t want to swear and spoil the review of a wonderful country. But they took 6 jars of different creams from me! And my favorite is Valentino body lotion! I'll never forget! Wow! I even cried at the airport.
Life, travel, the sea and you are wonderful : ).
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