Полный отстой Completely sucks

My wife and I also visited this wretched hotel from September 5 to 16 this year. This is what aaaaaaaaaaaaaa! They asked to settle somewhere in the center, "OK" they say, and they settled on the 3rd floor opposite the garbage dump! And it’s good, as it turned out, it happens that on the 3rd, below, it’s impossible to breathe this stink. There were no other rooms, like, and there were no Russian speakers at the reception at night, one grandfather of some kind. In general, they scored on them, and settled. The room is smaller than our toilet at home. Repair as after the war by drunken Turks, tyap blunder. There is no safe. Furniture, so it was definitely stolen from the nearby abandoned super-hotel "Eco Dream Club"! All in water stains, as after a flood. Between the toilet bowl, sink and shower, I, with my 105 kg, barely squeezed through, the two of us couldn’t disperse for sure. To get out, I never saw how the bone from the plum lay on the table from the first day, and until the departure it lay. Towels will be folded and the bed will be made, that's all the cleaning. The towels were never changed! There are two and a half programs on TV, NTV world, some Turkish crap, and a chanson with snow. Like in a village under the USSR. There is no Internet, only for money, and therefore it is not known whether he catches in numbers. At the reception there is not much free, but speed. . . The people, as in a beehive, are surrounded by receptions from all sides, in search of a connection with the world. Looks like they are calling for help to take them home from here. Plus, before leaving, the cleaners also "shit" into the soul. An open bottle of Red Laball lay in the cold, so they, the cleaners, took and poured cigarette ashes into the lid and closed it. I took a sip without looking and almost vomited as I ate an ashtray. The whole neck is in the ashes. At the reception, they started to scoff at all. At first, he explained everything somehow to one "chock", he called the second, "chock", he, like, understands Russian better, he explained it to him. That third "chock" is calling, he explained to him. And he summed up: “Is there a lid? - Is there a bottle? - Is there whiskey? - Is there... Problems ??? ? we drove, although we drink. That's all the breakdowns. There is no kitchen as such. Just peppers, rice, eggplant and chicken, the ubiquitous chicken and its offal. Moreover, they, chickens, were warmed up several times, everything is dry, tasteless. And when the chicken was fresh and soft, we don’t know, apparently in other hotels they ate it before us. Almost every day, overcooked into dried local horse mackerel, from the smell of which you yourself know what. Meat was never seen at all. On Saturdays they gave crayfish, absolutely tasteless, that is, without spices and, moreover, half-baked. On Thursdays they gave fried trout, well, on the last day they gave a turkey, which died in half an hour, because the main contingent of this hotel was Russian grandmas-barrels (it seems that there are generally only barrels "resting") they recruited like the last time . Who comes later, he literally eats the leftovers. As with fruits, they gave me watermelons, not half sweet, apples, so-so, green plums, grapes, melons, which you can immediately throw in the trash, well, peaches, which I only tried a couple of times, because they grabbed a whole plate on the snout of those who stand in line before the opening of the "restaurant", i. e. the first. Who is late is late! Once I saw pancakes, or rather the fat in the pans from them and the smell. Here, in general, everything that is not common dishes is cooked for the first half hour, such as pancakes, eggs, crayfish, turkey, etc. . Herbs and sweets, however, are enough. But there was such a stench near the rack with olives, carrots and herbs that you could approach it only in a gas mask, although the "barrels" were full of drums. Moreover, at the opening for another half an hour at each counter, there were queues behind such crap. I starved wonderfully. Alcohol is something. Vodka, whiskey, gin, raki all taste like juniper, it's impossible to drink, if only to catch up. Later, on the trail to Phaselis, a local landmark, we met a tree with black berries, which, when broken, smelled strongly of juniper. Of them, apparently, and driven. From local beer, in general, it immediately drives into the "sea". Before, I drank and it was normal. It can be seen that the Turks are completely obese without the competition of Egypt, they push us all sorts of shit, both food and drink. I'm not talking about expensive hotels. Only the local martini is more or less drinkable. I didn’t hear any music at all, especially on the beach. In the morning, only "Do your exercises, you'll be fine... " zakalyabyvaet minutes 10 and let's go silence. You need to go to the beach at seven in the morning, and preferably at night. For the first time I felt ashamed of the Russians. What kind of fashion has become, in the evening the towels will be pressed with a stone on the sunbed and good bye. Don't lie down in the morning. I watched many places, so for half a day no one came to the occupied sunbeds, or even went on excursions. In the evening we crawled to the beach and let's share our impressions with the neighbors on the lounger for the whole beach. And on the sunbeds all day the stones sunbathed. And people stood. I then, left without a sunbed, looked like half-abandoned rags or generally just threw stones, and that’s all, the wind! No one ever came up. This is how it should always be done. So the "barrels" generally began to borzet, began to occupy the chairs with their rags and occupy the bar. You come in from the sea to drink a glass of tea and there is nowhere to sit, no one is there, but everything is busy. He threw himself into one chair and sat quietly. Why am I writing "barrels", because only thick barrels did this, I have not seen others. There is no complete discrimination in my words, I myself am almost like that. But they were really annoying. In the evening it's generally rotten. From eight to half past ten in the evening children's "animation". In quotation marks for a reason. The same kind of computer songs, with the same tone, like from modern cartoons with some kind of ugly characters, Luntiks, pigs. Well, not much up to 23 of the same music day after day. At least give them records. In general, there is no animation, no entertainment. I would not even say that this is a hotel for pennies, from such a "rest" they can also rest. Although who knows, maybe tenacious. I walked past the table, so one grandmother treats others, they say, for the fourth time in Akman Larissa and she has never seen such a luxury anywhere in all of Turkey. I already threw up and she wanted to spit, but she only managed to burp looking at her face, and she noticed my silent objection and fell silent. Of the pluses, only the sea, the sea, and the sea! The paths on the beach are only in the evening, and then sometimes they cleaned stones, walking only in slippers. And, of course, as a kind of excursion, these are walks through the ruins of a neighboring hotel, it takes your breath away from the grandeur of the building built and abandoned in just 4 years.