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8.0
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8.0
Cleanliness:
8.0
Food:
8.0
Amenities:
8.0
I chose the hotel myself, mainly for the money. 5.5 k$ came out for four from Almaty. I think that it is inexpensive for 2 weeks, even very much.
I remember the flight with horror. plane at 3 am, the tour operator called - kicked out of the house at 24-00. they said they could easily fly earlier, although it was not a charter but Turkish airlines. scratched their turnips, let's go.
in the international terminal of almaty, the smoking room was removed. horror and discrimination, a nightmare. The plane ended up taking off at 4 am. slept so as not to die. neighbors in hijabs didn't even wake me up for breakfast. amazingly smart people.
arrived in the morning at 8. cheers, a couple of cigarettes and immediately in the car. the hotel was already at 9. reception - put on bracelets, wait 14-00. twenty did not help. apparently there were no rooms. I will say right away that the hotel is apparently 100% full. visible immediately. mostly Turks rested (maybe from Europe, maybe local, I don’t know).
a few quiet Russians (in two weeks I saw only one drunken idiot singing about affectionate May from his baokon, a couple more zombies rode elevators, they didn’t get to their floor), a few noisy Ukrainian families, very few Europeans, even saw fellow countrymen but mostly Turks of course. ahhh, I saw the Vietnamese. they yelled for half an hour at the entire reception, something they told each other.
settled exactly at 14-20. Standart room. all is clear. scattered with junk and the sea. the beach as a whole is large, not very clean (gobies are in the order of things, but it's understandable why), but big. next to the transatlantic beach was. so there is almost a crush, even with dogs (nightmare). yes, in the middle of the beach some half-meter pipe (you can see it in all the photos) to the beach with cold and fresh water. where it comes from is unclear. seems to be clean. depending on the direction of the wave, jet or one side of the beach or the other. not to say what interfered, but somehow not that. even more.
you swim about 30 meters into the sea and you find yourself in this cold stream. sofsem is not a buzz.
the kitchen is generally ok. I'm not picky. for three days he ate meat so much that the remaining time he ate more soups. with the famous and so my favorite sausages for breakfast problems. eat only every other day, and even then with eggs. watermelon. pomedorcheki as always.
there were no problems with drinking, a lot of bars, nobody drinks anything anywhere, they pour it to the fullest.
on the third day we went to the tahtals. evening sunset - class!
on the fifth day we went on our own to phaselis (the ancient city). went on the weekend, so the people there was darkness.
the weather was class: all the same, Kemer is so hot. but we have adapted. after dinner a couple of hours to snore in the room is also a thrill. and the rest of the time the sun did not burn like that. Kemer, mountains all the same.
in general, everything is as usual, I finish: what I really did not like, and judging by the rumors, it is practiced in this hotel:
some university in kyrgyzstan prepares specialists in the tourist business. as I understand it, they are handed over into slavery in hotels by waiters for work practice. why into slavery? I answer: they worked incessantly, that is, from the very morning, and this is at least 7-00 until the very last client. usually in a normal hotel at 16-00 hours change. morning leaves, evening comes. here is a full day. they lived somewhere in the camyuva. it's an hour back and forth. how much they slept a day, I was even embarrassed to ask.
and in general the lack of personnel was felt in many ways.
Turkish waiters, meanwhile, were something like mentors, although they also worked permanently. the contract with the students was drawn up in such a way that they, under pain of death, did not have the right to take tips, they shied away from dollars like fire.
well, just imagine: the waiters can barely move their legs, because they're sick of it. you won't earn much.
no one offers wine at lunchtime, and it’s kind of a shame for me to drag a bottle to my table myself, so I had to catch a Turkish waiter passing by us and whisper in a whisper - dogwood-sharap piiiiz!
Well, that's all, everyone, happy holidays!
I remember the flight with horror. plane at 3 am, the tour operator called - kicked out of the house at 24-00. they said they could easily fly earlier, although it was not a charter but Turkish airlines. scratched their turnips, let's go.
in the international terminal of almaty, the smoking room was removed. horror and discrimination, a nightmare. The plane ended up taking off at 4 am. slept so as not to die. neighbors in hijabs didn't even wake me up for breakfast. amazingly smart people.
arrived in the morning at 8. cheers, a couple of cigarettes and immediately in the car. the hotel was already at 9. reception - put on bracelets, wait 14-00. twenty did not help. apparently there were no rooms. I will say right away that the hotel is apparently 100% full. visible immediately. mostly Turks rested (maybe from Europe, maybe local, I don’t know).
a few quiet Russians (in two weeks I saw only one drunken idiot singing about affectionate May from his baokon, a couple more zombies rode elevators, they didn’t get to their floor), a few noisy Ukrainian families, very few Europeans, even saw fellow countrymen but mostly Turks of course. ahhh, I saw the Vietnamese. they yelled for half an hour at the entire reception, something they told each other.
settled exactly at 14-20. Standart room. all is clear. scattered with junk and the sea. the beach as a whole is large, not very clean (gobies are in the order of things, but it's understandable why), but big. next to the transatlantic beach was. so there is almost a crush, even with dogs (nightmare). yes, in the middle of the beach some half-meter pipe (you can see it in all the photos) to the beach with cold and fresh water. where it comes from is unclear. seems to be clean. depending on the direction of the wave, jet or one side of the beach or the other. not to say what interfered, but somehow not that. even more.
you swim about 30 meters into the sea and you find yourself in this cold stream. sofsem is not a buzz.
the kitchen is generally ok. I'm not picky. for three days he ate meat so much that the remaining time he ate more soups. with the famous and so my favorite sausages for breakfast problems. eat only every other day, and even then with eggs. watermelon. pomedorcheki as always.
there were no problems with drinking, a lot of bars, nobody drinks anything anywhere, they pour it to the fullest.
on the third day we went to the tahtals. evening sunset - class!
on the fifth day we went on our own to phaselis (the ancient city). went on the weekend, so the people there was darkness.
the weather was class: all the same, Kemer is so hot. but we have adapted. after dinner a couple of hours to snore in the room is also a thrill. and the rest of the time the sun did not burn like that. Kemer, mountains all the same.
in general, everything is as usual, I finish: what I really did not like, and judging by the rumors, it is practiced in this hotel:
some university in kyrgyzstan prepares specialists in the tourist business. as I understand it, they are handed over into slavery in hotels by waiters for work practice. why into slavery? I answer: they worked incessantly, that is, from the very morning, and this is at least 7-00 until the very last client. usually in a normal hotel at 16-00 hours change. morning leaves, evening comes. here is a full day. they lived somewhere in the camyuva. it's an hour back and forth. how much they slept a day, I was even embarrassed to ask.
and in general the lack of personnel was felt in many ways.
Turkish waiters, meanwhile, were something like mentors, although they also worked permanently. the contract with the students was drawn up in such a way that they, under pain of death, did not have the right to take tips, they shied away from dollars like fire.
well, just imagine: the waiters can barely move their legs, because they're sick of it. you won't earn much.
no one offers wine at lunchtime, and it’s kind of a shame for me to drag a bottle to my table myself, so I had to catch a Turkish waiter passing by us and whisper in a whisper - dogwood-sharap piiiiz!
Well, that's all, everyone, happy holidays!
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