Станция метро с бассейном Metro station with swimming pool

This hotel made such an impression. Forgotten memories of rush hour subway rides flooded back. Full of people, queues everywhere. Guys are looking for somewhere else to roll. Gray faces all around. Children break giant chess, towels turn blue on empty sunbeds, the most severe vacationers additionally bandage sun loungers with their pareos - no matter what they take. For delicious food, you need to stand in line, and then wait with a plate in your hands until a table in a restaurant becomes free. From meat only fish and chicken. There is no pork and beef, only in a la carte restaurants, which are for an additional fee. Drinks in the poolbar are served in plastic glasses, I ordered only a non-alcoholic mojito, which is prepared there from the local sprite.
The hotel itself was once obviously chic, but now it makes no sense to marafet it, since it’s always constant, it’s always in the foot for a week, there are almost no free rooms. Vacationers are mainly from central Russia. There is no intelligentsia and business, mostly hard workers. The beach and the sea, I must say, are excellent. The rooms are tired, with traces of former luxury. From the washbasin it stank of sewerage, I called the reception, the sink was immediately washed, the stench from the pipes naturally remained. I looked under the washbasin and ate - shit, fungus, pieces of rebar, the remaining time I walked around the room in shoes. The central air conditioner works by the clock, but I didn’t figure out which one, it blew warm air all the time, although I set it to 5 degrees. I won’t go to Turkey anymore, in decent hotels they fence off ours with high prices. In the same place where the price is more or less affordable, there are a lot of ours, which it is impossible to endure in such quantity. Worse only in the Crimea. So here. . .