Very bad holiday. This hotel can go to people who sincerely enjoy the rest in the old musty cottages. Which can eat some vegetables, beans, liver and other offal. Who are not sick of the smells of garbage heaps and sewers. And who are not jarred by the beach, which can only be seen in humorous films or "Just you wait, " where several hundred people lie close to each other.
Now in detail for Muscovites and other people accustomed to minimal comfort.
Our room was on the first floor. In the bathroom, drops of water flowed on my head, and on my toothbrush while we were brushing our teeth, and on our head while we combed our hair. It's beyond reclaim. They won't take down the ceiling. And there is not only one such number. Naturally, no one began to change anything for us. We didn't really fight. I did not want to look for a better place in this dunghill (hotel). Already hit so hit. There is a layer of water on the floor a few centimeters from this leak and a plus because of the design of the shower. The water type should drain into the hole, but the floor should be slightly sloping towards that hole. But this is not. And water just stands everywhere on the floor. There is nothing but two remnants. No shampoo, nothing. No refrigerator, of course. There are no "do not disturb" signs. The bedside tables and the table under the TV stink so much that it would never occur to anyone to put things there. Even if someone has a oh-very bad nose. The things were still on the suitcase. And I moved the bedside tables away from the bed, so that at night I would not faint from the stench. The smell that is from the street, that is, from the chicken coop, is not the biggest problem of this place. He is tolerant.
There is no territory. Just an area for sun loungers around the pool. There are no toilets near the pool. The road to the beach lies along the corridor in which you need to pinch your nose. The smell of slops smoothly flows into the smell of sewage. There are mud all around, fragments of structures, garbage... On the beach there are 350-400 sunbeds for three hotels. Everything is close to each other. Nine rows. The first three rows before breakfast are already taken. By nine o'clock all the sun loungers are occupied. At lunch 12-12.30 everyone scatters. The bottom of the sea - rocks the size of a tennis ball at least, but most of the rocks are the size of a soccer ball. And they are all covered in a layer of green slime. On which it is impossible to stand on your feet. All people enter with very big problems. They fall, they rip off their legs. It's easier with rubber slippers. From the pier there is a queue to descend and a queue to ascend. Near the descent, there are metal fragments of an apparently rotten pier. Some of them are visible above the surface of the water and people bypass them. You can’t see them a little to the left, they are below the water level, and people simply warn each other that it is dangerous there and tell how painfully they have already torn their skin. These are not just pipes that can be pulled out, these are multi-meter fragments of structures...
Bar on the beach. This is a table on which there are two containers. One with colored liquid. Another with water. Tinted even children do not drink, although they can drink anything. She is useless from morning to evening. Very disgusting. Water is not imported. Bottles of water are under the table, they are poured every morning from the water supply right next to where the toilet is. The lids are just rubber with a hole. Or they are not covered at all. We would not have paid attention to them, but on the first day we were thirsty. They poured themselves water, but could not swallow. Taste of poor quality tap water. I do not know how they are not ashamed to do so. We bought water in the market and then collected it in a bottle at the hotel bar. There is normal, purchased.
The food is bad. Breakfast is the best if there is an egg. But not always. Good thing you can make a cheese sandwich. Dinner and supper. If you cannot eat beans, peas, beans, then there is nothing to eat. There is also let's say a potato salad with beans under yogurt. Unreal rubbish. And the cook distributes some kind of liver. So I sat and ate parsley and cucumber. Imagine that half an hour before dinner and after dinner, people are already sitting at all the tables and waiting for the start of the meal. For 10 minutes they are already standing in line with plates. Horror. Very stuffy in this dining area. Naturally, there are no air conditioners. This is not really a dining room. It's something flowing smoothly from the lobby, the reception, the bar. . . It's all the same place. Where there are tablecloths, they are terribly dirty. And dishes. You need to choose a cleaner cup, a plate, a glass without leftover food, liquids, etc. Disgusting. Discrimination is pronounced. The hotel is 80 percent Russian and 20 percent Turkish. For the Turks, everything will be done with joy and smiles. For ours - fig. Two girls were standing in line for food. The cook puts 20 meatballs for a Turkish woman, 2 for a Russian woman. There are a lot of these little things, I don’t even want to remember. Russians basically eat what they take. And the Turks are gaining mountains and leaving all these mountains on the tables. By the way, this Turkish girl left her 19 meatballs. And what the waiters brought her. Five plates of all food. She wagged her tail and left. Turkish children are very cheeky.
The bar is terrible. A bartender is any person from the reception or dining room who simply sees that a boring tourist has been standing near the counter for a long time. I was not interested in alcohol, but that's how everything works there. Strong alcohol is poured in 15 grams. Special measure. And the wine is also half a small glass. And sometimes they are outright mocked. A peasant of some kind came up to take vodka for four people. They all sit right there next to three meters from this bar. The bartender puts four glasses in a row and does not pour glasses into glasses, but simply carries a bottle past from above and gets half a teaspoon into each. This guy picks up and leaves. I look at the bartender, how he laughs, I wanted to punch him in the face. And ours, like cattle, endure everything. And I took my shabby plastic reusable glass with a sprite and it became once again so disgusting...
Now in detail for Muscovites and other people accustomed to minimal comfort.
Our room was on the first floor. In the bathroom, drops of water flowed on my head, and on my toothbrush while we were brushing our teeth, and on our head while we combed our hair. It's beyond reclaim. They won't take down the ceiling. And there is not only one such number. Naturally, no one began to change anything for us. We didn't really fight. I did not want to look for a better place in this dunghill (hotel). Already hit so hit. There is a layer of water on the floor a few centimeters from this leak and a plus because of the design of the shower. The water type should drain into the hole, but the floor should be slightly sloping towards that hole. But this is not. And water just stands everywhere on the floor. There is nothing but two remnants. No shampoo, nothing. No refrigerator, of course. There are no "do not disturb" signs. The bedside tables and the table under the TV stink so much that it would never occur to anyone to put things there. Even if someone has a oh-very bad nose. The things were still on the suitcase. And I moved the bedside tables away from the bed, so that at night I would not faint from the stench. The smell that is from the street, that is, from the chicken coop, is not the biggest problem of this place. He is tolerant.
There is no territory. Just an area for sun loungers around the pool. There are no toilets near the pool. The road to the beach lies along the corridor in which you need to pinch your nose. The smell of slops smoothly flows into the smell of sewage. There are mud all around, fragments of structures, garbage... On the beach there are 350-400 sunbeds for three hotels. Everything is close to each other. Nine rows. The first three rows before breakfast are already taken. By nine o'clock all the sun loungers are occupied. At lunch 12-12.30 everyone scatters. The bottom of the sea - rocks the size of a tennis ball at least, but most of the rocks are the size of a soccer ball. And they are all covered in a layer of green slime. On which it is impossible to stand on your feet. All people enter with very big problems. They fall, they rip off their legs. It's easier with rubber slippers. From the pier there is a queue to descend and a queue to ascend. Near the descent, there are metal fragments of an apparently rotten pier. Some of them are visible above the surface of the water and people bypass them. You can’t see them a little to the left, they are below the water level, and people simply warn each other that it is dangerous there and tell how painfully they have already torn their skin. These are not just pipes that can be pulled out, these are multi-meter fragments of structures...
Bar on the beach. This is a table on which there are two containers. One with colored liquid. Another with water. Tinted even children do not drink, although they can drink anything. She is useless from morning to evening. Very disgusting. Water is not imported. Bottles of water are under the table, they are poured every morning from the water supply right next to where the toilet is. The lids are just rubber with a hole. Or they are not covered at all. We would not have paid attention to them, but on the first day we were thirsty. They poured themselves water, but could not swallow. Taste of poor quality tap water. I do not know how they are not ashamed to do so. We bought water in the market and then collected it in a bottle at the hotel bar. There is normal, purchased.
The food is bad. Breakfast is the best if there is an egg. But not always. Good thing you can make a cheese sandwich. Dinner and supper. If you cannot eat beans, peas, beans, then there is nothing to eat. There is also let's say a potato salad with beans under yogurt. Unreal rubbish. And the cook distributes some kind of liver. So I sat and ate parsley and cucumber. Imagine that half an hour before dinner and after dinner, people are already sitting at all the tables and waiting for the start of the meal. For 10 minutes they are already standing in line with plates. Horror. Very stuffy in this dining area. Naturally, there are no air conditioners. This is not really a dining room. It's something flowing smoothly from the lobby, the reception, the bar. . . It's all the same place. Where there are tablecloths, they are terribly dirty. And dishes. You need to choose a cleaner cup, a plate, a glass without leftover food, liquids, etc. Disgusting. Discrimination is pronounced. The hotel is 80 percent Russian and 20 percent Turkish. For the Turks, everything will be done with joy and smiles. For ours - fig. Two girls were standing in line for food. The cook puts 20 meatballs for a Turkish woman, 2 for a Russian woman. There are a lot of these little things, I don’t even want to remember. Russians basically eat what they take. And the Turks are gaining mountains and leaving all these mountains on the tables. By the way, this Turkish girl left her 19 meatballs. And what the waiters brought her. Five plates of all food. She wagged her tail and left. Turkish children are very cheeky.
The bar is terrible. A bartender is any person from the reception or dining room who simply sees that a boring tourist has been standing near the counter for a long time. I was not interested in alcohol, but that's how everything works there. Strong alcohol is poured in 15 grams. Special measure. And the wine is also half a small glass. And sometimes they are outright mocked. A peasant of some kind came up to take vodka for four people. They all sit right there next to three meters from this bar. The bartender puts four glasses in a row and does not pour glasses into glasses, but simply carries a bottle past from above and gets half a teaspoon into each. This guy picks up and leaves. I look at the bartender, how he laughs, I wanted to punch him in the face. And ours, like cattle, endure everything. And I took my shabby plastic reusable glass with a sprite and it became once again so disgusting...
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