Belpoint Beach Hotel. - ЛУЧШЕ НЕ ЕХАТЬ!!! Belpoint Beach Hotel. - BETTER DO NOT GO!!!

A small, cozy hotel, looking very nice against the backdrop of the mountains. The tops of the mountains were somewhere in the clouds. Involuntarily, I remembered how, almost before landing, we looked from above at dense, white clouds, and mountain peaks protruded from the clouds. At the moment we were looking at the same mountains, only from below. Everything was striking in its magnificence and grace.

We were taken to the reception, where without any delay they gave us the keys to our rooms and showed us how to get there.
The room is clean, comfortable, with old shabby furniture. Looking at this furniture, they immediately began to figure out how many people she had seen, how many people used the services of this room. Our thoughts were also confirmed by a small TV with erased buttons, and on the remote control of which the buttons were either erased or simply absent.

But the knowledge of household appliances helped us out here too: very soon we fully mastered this technique and realized that to start the grandfather-TV, you just need to go to the TV, find the power button, press and ...you can safely switch to remote control. In total, six channels were found, of which two were broadcast in Russian. It's nice to realize that Russians are respected and remembered in hospitable Turkey. When you turn off the TV, you just had to go to the TV again and find the start button, press it. In general, as promised in the advertisement: a cozy room, with a bathroom, a TV, a mini bar, in which there was only a bottle of mineral water, air conditioning ...
What else do you need for a pleasant stay?
In anticipation of the imminent rest, I turn on the air conditioner and move to the bathroom, and there ...
Struck by the fact that the toilet is askew.
It turns out that it is simply not fixed and it can be moved anywhere, the main thing is not to fall with it at the most crucial moment.
There is nothing better than taking a refreshing shower after the heat of the day, which I tried to do ...Very soon it turned out that I was not a plumber: I mastered the TV much faster, but I could not cope with the shower. Water splashed in all directions and I could not decide under which trickle to settle down. Before swimming out of the bathroom (the shower jets splashed not only on me. They also washed the floor in the bathroom at the same time. It turned out to be a pool in the shower room), I also had to fight with the sliding door, which stubbornly did not want to open.
Courageously overcoming all the hardships of resort life, I flopped down on the bed with pleasure ...but not for long.
The air conditioner blew very hard on me. Given my experience with household appliances, I started looking for a button to turn off the blinds.
I found the button, but it did not help - the blinds drive mechanism was broken long ago and the blinds moved arbitrarily, directing the flow of cold air according to their own mood. Then I tried to turn off the air conditioner and open the balcony door.

Pleasantly cool night air. I recklessly decided that all the problems were behind me - courageously closed my eyes ...and heard such a thin, gentle, but inexorably growing squeak of Turkish mosquitoes. It was impossible to hide from them under the covers. I turn on the air conditioner again, hiding from it with a blanket .... I wake up after a while from the heat - the electricity is turned off. They gave light - I use the benefits of civilization, I start the air conditioner from the remote control, then I get up and manually adjust the blinds and again I forget myself in a restless dream.
I woke up at six-thirty from an incomprehensible rumble - these were holiday-makers crowding at the entrance to the dining room, waiting for it to open.
When we arrived at the dining room, there was no one there anymore - people ran to the beach to take sunbeds and places under umbrellas. Everything is like in the good old Soviet times - you have to be the first or you won’t get anything.
We did not stay long in the dining room, as there was nothing special to eat there. The advertisement said loudly: BUFFET. Everything was so. The table was standing, there was nothing on the table. There were five kinds of herbs, of which I recognized only dill and parsley. There were also overripe, and therefore partially peeled cucumbers and unripe, sour tomatoes. There were also some sweets, cracked boiled eggs, the remains of an over-salted omelet and leftover food of a very unattractive appearance.
Still counting on Turkish hospitality, I went to the table at the other end of the hall, where coffee machines, coolers with cold and hot water, and tea bags were laid out beautifully.
Next to all this magnificence, a column for pouring beer was solemnly raised ... , but it was impossible to get to it from this side of the bar, and the bartender was suspiciously absent.
My gaze was calmed by a large cube with two taps. Judging by the smell, I immediately, with a very high probability coefficient, determined that it was wine. Taking a single glass, I purposefully head towards the coveted cube, wondering on the go - which tap to open, left or right .... Suddenly, out of nowhere, appear on my way - a courageous waiter, ready to stop a galloping horse. In three incomprehensible languages ​ ​ at the same time, he explained to me that this is possible only after ten in the morning and until ten in the evening.

He also very eloquently explained that entering the dining room is allowed only at certain hours reserved for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The rest of the time, entry to the dining room is strictly prohibited.
So, without salty slurping, we went for a walk around the hotel in anticipation of a meeting with our tour operator. It turned out to be a very pretty girl with very white skin, named Irina. She registered us, wrote down the emergency numbers for us (as it turned out later, calls to these phones are very, very expensive, and even useless).
Then Irina began to eloquently advertise to us all sorts of excursions and tours that we can get into if we wish. We listened to her very carefully, dreaming of being everywhere at the same time, until we heard how much it costs. The thought immediately arose: how much has Turkey risen in price? ! At the same time, Irina repeated several times that no matter what we would agree to buy vouchers from the Turks, they would be deceived and there would be no insurance, therefore they were selling cheaper. As it turned out later, Tour Tess also does not provide insurance for almost anything.
Later it turned out that in the market from the Turks you can buy all these trip tickets for two or three times cheaper. Absolutely with the same service and guarantees.
After a brief consultation with my wife, we decide to go to the Turkish bath and order a ticket for 14-00.
Having finished with all the formalities for settling in such a cozy and beautiful hotel, we move out to the sea.
When crossing the border of the hotel, we were very unpleasantly shocked by the abundance of garbage on the road to the sea. Everything was so unkempt, abandoned, neglected, that I prefer to keep silent about it. Another shock for us was the beach itself, which is the property of the Belpoint Beach Hotel.
The advertisement said: sand and gravel beach. And so it was: from the very beginning of the beach there was gravel, the size of which grew rapidly as it approached the sea. The coastal strip and the seabed, fifty meters wide from the shore, were littered with boulders the size of a soccer ball.

Walking on these boulders barefoot is almost impossible. They were large, round, chaotically heaped, and red-hot from the hot Turkish sun. It is impossible to walk on them without shoes!
People are forced to buy special slippers, just to walk along the beach and get into the water. It is inconvenient to swim in such slippers in water, as they constantly strive to go on their own swimming, and it is impossible to be in these slippers on land, as they dry out and tighten the skin.
Accordingly, I didn’t have such slippers, and I decided to overcome the coastal strip barefoot ...and I really regretted this reckless act.
The closer to the water, the hotter the stones were from the hot sun. Even when I got to the water, I did not feel any relief. The water was boiling. It was impossible to dive. There are only boulders around, and the bottom is very flat.
Twenty meters away from the shore along these boulders, while you can lie down on the water and carefully, resting your arms and legs, gradually go into the depths. It is impossible to swim, because at any moment you can hit a stone. And finally, I'm on clean water. O sea, how beautiful you are! This is worth living for!
The water is within 25 degrees, terribly salty, perfectly clean at a depth and practically without any vegetation. Dive impossible - pushes. It's very nice to lie down. Romance!
But the sun is scorching and orders to run home. Yes, I want to drink...
You begin to overcome this entire coastal path back: as far as possible, you swim up to the shore, and then you jump like a saiga on hot pebbles away from the shore. But here another obstacle arises: the Turks are mostly undersized and umbrellas stand at a height of 1.7 meters from ground level. And if your height is 1.8 meters?
And then I realized why people get up so early and leave the dining room so quickly: the reason is not only that there is nothing to eat there - they tend to take sunbeds, since there are very few of them and there is clearly not enough for everyone ! ! !
After I burned my feet and hit the rusty umbrellas several times, my optimism began to noticeably fade, and my thirst made itself felt.

We remembered the following Belpoint Beach Hotel advertising phrase: *ALL INCLUSIVE*, and courageously moved to the bar to quench our thirst, arguing together on the way which cocktail is better to order. With cocktails it turned out to be much easier than we expected: in the range of *ALL INCLUSIVE* there were only highly diluted beer, as well as cocktails: gin and tonic and gin and lemonade. Everything else in *ALL INCLUSIVE* was forgotten to be included. Moreover, the whole cocktail consisted of local gin spill at the bottom of the glass, several pieces of ice and tonic. After five glasses of gin and tonic, such heartburn began that I didn’t even want to eat.
But my wife is now happy - I stopped drinking gin and tonic, and I'm afraid that for a long time.
Exactly at 14:00 a brand new microbus rolled into the courtyard of our cozy hotel and the guide invited us on an excursion to the Turkish bath.
Riding in a good bus on the roads of Turkey is always interesting and pleasant, especially with such an excellent organization of all trips. In the bath, we are also greeted with a smile, shown to the lobby, told about the bath itself and its capabilities, about the benefits of the services provided, treated to tea and coffee. First we all go to the steam room. Steaming as much as they can. Those who leave the steam room are immediately met and escorted to another steam room with wet steam, then to the jacuzzi. In time, no one is limited and no one is driven. You can swim and steam as much as you want. After the bath - peeling. A very interesting procedure. A rough mitten, like sandpaper, is scuffed all over the body, removing the epithelium. You come out noticeably relieved.
Next is the doctor fish under the exotic name Gara Rufu. These are tiny fish that eat the epithelium off your feet. They pleasantly tickle your feet, fight funny for a tidbit of your skin. All this time you are offered free tea or other paid drinks.
After such a wonderful pedicure, we are invited for a massage. This is a different story.
You find yourself in a separate room with pleasant smells of herbs, calm music plays. You lie down on the trestle bed in full readiness to surrender to the strong hands of the massage therapist. The masseur very strongly presses the painful point on the leg. Seeing that you are starting to tense up from pain, he presses even harder on another pain point, then on a third. He stops in thought and excitedly says: problems, problems, a moment, I am a moment and leaves the room.
After a while, he comes in with another man.

The man explains that the massage therapist does not understand Russian at all and cannot explain that I have very big problems with the body. Obviously, I sit at the computer a lot, move little and have lymphatic congestion. I have very big problems in my body because of this, which do not allow me to live normally, that it’s hard for me to bend down, it’s hard to get up ...and so on three sheets. But all these problems can be solved by massage. The masseur is simply a master of his craft, has gone through several schools abroad, and will make a massage - seven in one. This massage will make me feel much better.
And you shouldn’t worry about money, if you don’t have the necessary amount with you, I’ll return it at the hotel.
It was only this phrase that made me nervous. My question is: how much does it cost? He nonchalantly replied: nonsense, three hundred dollars. Obviously noticing how the hair on my back began to stir, he added: but we will make a discount. In general, we agreed on one hundred and fifty dollars.
The massage was great. All the people from our group left a long time ago, only my wife and another guy were left, waiting for his girlfriend. They told me that the Turks did such a trick with an interpreter with everyone. We were put into another bus and handed an envelope with the inscription $194. This is the amount charged for all services. The driver escorted to the hotel, received the specified amount and left. Service in Turkey - as always, on top ... ! In other hotels, such a massage costs $20.
From the above, I can conclude:
1. Turkey is a beautiful and hospitable country, but the Turks must be treated with care - they can even be swindled for money.
2. Tour operators in hotels are beautiful girls, but you can’t buy anything from them.
3. DO NOT GO TO Belpoint Beach Hotel! ! !

Sincerely!
Sergey Kazantsev.