Жах Horror

An honest review of the Magic sun hotel, or the name "Shrek's cabin" would be better suited to it. You can see from the threshold that the hotel is very old, shabby and more like a children's camp from the USSR, which orcs love, because their swollen faces, not burdened with intelligence, stick out from all the holes. The hotel smells of filth, stuffy air and despair. The room stock is terrible, the furniture and plumbing are 100 years old, the air conditioner lives its own life and switches modes by itself, which is especially nice in the middle of the night. The bathtub flows in such a way that the water accumulates on the floor up to the ankles and a swamp is permanently created. The mirror is cloudy and cracked, the rusty trash can, the lid of which can only be opened by hand, from cosmetics only cheap soap on the wall, the towels are all in terrible multi-colored stains, like the bed linen itself. The room has a tube TV from the time of the dinosaurs, on which news from Orkostan and Turkish TV series are played.
On the balcony, which was designed only for pigeons, we were met with dirt and a view of the garbage dump, the road and roosters, which started to scream at 3 in the morning, followed by the mosque at 5:30, calling worse than sirens, relax, or at least we didn't manage to sleep.
To escape from this terrible reality, we decided to visit the beach of this hotel, to which you have to walk for 7 minutes, along an incredibly inspiring path that passes through an atmospheric cemetery and a dirty campsite, where you can accidentally be closed in the evening. The beach is filled with the same swollen faces from free beer, there is no question of free sunbeds. There is no area for walking in the hotel, only a cold pool, plastic sunbeds and a dirty stage.

The evening program consists of nasty Russian songs about a glass of vodka and black eyes and drug addiction beats until 12 o'clock in the evening, there is no soundproofing in the rooms, so it is also unlikely to fall asleep before the end of this bacchanalia, and there is not much time for sleep until the first roosters at 3 o'clock. on uncomfortable old mattresses.
Food is probably a paradise for a vegan. The whole table is decorated with plates of cucumbers and tomatoes cut into strips, rings, half-moons, half-moons and half-moons, so that it does not look empty. Bloated faces crowd before the food distribution begins like hungry baboons at the zoo, elbowing, grabbing food with their hands like savages, filming plates of lettuce. The sausage is inedible, the chicken in only one version sadly floats in some brown liquid, peas, beans, delicious. Juices are diluted fairy poison, coffee was only tasted by people with particularly pronounced exotic tastes.
Only fruits were tasty, all the other food was good enough to fill the stomach with something and last until the end of this incredible adventure.
In order to distract ourselves from the continuous trash, we dived into the whirlpool of excursions, on which we were usually accompanied by bloated botoxed Russians who crawled like cockroaches on the old ships, in their usual manner littered where their cockroach paw appeared, threw bulls into the sea, made claims , that they all owe something to them, but spoiled the mood with their presence in the white world, but unfortunately none of them drowned.
Result
A disabled person who is blind in both eyes gave the hotel 4 stars, he pulls a maximum of 2. Rest is not worth the money, the time spent on the way to it and the nerve cells that are lost during the rest itself. This is just pure horror??? ?