На осинке не растут апельсинки Oranges don't grow on aspen

The hotel is very interesting - a copy of the English ship "Queen Elizabeth", there are even three pipes and a captain's cabin. People come to be photographed against its background. The building is fresh, 2007, so everything works and everything is modern. The rooms are excellent, spacious, bright, large balconies. Our room was 90 m2, even a bit too much for two. The ship stands with its nose to the sea, so all the rooms have a view of both the tall rocky mountains and the blue, and in the evenings the white, boundless sea, just turn your head, and if you keep it straight, you can watch the audience at the pools surrounding the ship. If there is no desire to swim, then you can sunbathe on the loggia. The bar is always full - beer and juices are delicious. The full effect of presence, you even want to jump, like a fish, into the pool, but the depth does not allow. The mountains are really steep and high - the peak of Tahtali (2360) does not stand out much against the general background and was still covered with a slightly melted snow cap.
I was just crazy about the feeling that I was swimming in the sea and I saw a snowy peak in front of me, which you can walk to. The hotel has an excellent SPA complex with a sauna, a hammam, a real steam room, a large swimming pool, hydromassage, comfortable sunbeds. We took a massage and were delighted with the professionalism of the staff. The back massage started from the tips of the toes and ended with the top of the head and included elements of manual therapy. I fell into the hands of a strong Turkish woman named Ozguzel. Apparently, she was once a baker and, out of habit, confused me with dough, which gave me great pleasure. Wow, and she kneaded me, and rolled me into a cake, then gathered me into a ball and rolled a pretzel out of me, molded me like a dumpling, just didn’t twist it over her head, but everything was completely painless. Excellent, not vulgar animation, even professional teams performed. The sea is beautiful - transparent, the depth comes evenly,
within the bathing area, the bottom is perfectly visible. I dived from the pier just enough - no danger (I remember a broken forehead in Side) A good bar on the beach. We even stopped going to lunch. They ate and slept by the sea.

However, there is also a fly in the ointment in this boat of honey. One gets the impression that the hotel is not run by the owner or not the one who built it. Internally, the hotel does not resemble a liner. The concept of rest on the ship is not sustained. And the people yearn for this, not for nothing that every second put on a cap or a vest. Bottles would be beaten, staff would be dressed in appropriate uniforms, drinks, food with a marine bias (at least just in the name), and a lot of things you can think of without even investing money. The hotel is 100% "Russian", or rather the USSR - from Uzbekistan to Georgia, but 90% of Russians, of those who do not understand Russian, only Turks. However, my wife liked it. I was surprised at the dubbing of the animation program in German - for whom . . ? It's immediately clear
that our people are dragging behind them everything that you are trying to leave behind the red line of the customs booth. Where he ate, he “defeated” there, dug in the sand (figuratively, of course), cigarette butts only under his feet, glasses-bottles at the place of use. Well, the staff, either charter, or spitting on this disgrace, cleans very reluctantly. I saw how it should be and how it is in other hotels. The rooms had to poke the nose of the maids, despite the daily baksheesh. Friends did not have a brush! In the morning, all the sunbeds are already occupied with towels, but there are no people. Occupy two sun loungers - one in the shade, the other by the sea. Nemchura never does that. One day I had to stupidly take a bar chair and sit on it. After 20 minutes, they still brought me a sunbed from somewhere. I would take it myself, but they are not available anywhere, and in other hotels they are stacked with a reserve. The beach bar is great but looks like a 3 star hotel. When we arrived, a pianist played the piano in the hall in the evenings.
Very romantic. He played excellently and conscientiously, but zero gratitude from our people. Well, he doesn’t know “Murka”, the poor fellow quit, he couldn’t stand being underestimated. It is good that we do not care much about the process of absorbing hard liquor. Now I know what really local alcohol is, in the worst sense of the word, and in other hotels both rakia and local whiskey did not cause disgust, but campari gag reflex. But the bartender is just a virtuoso, a juggler - you rarely see such a thing. The wine was good and dry. Cheap of course, but I drank with pleasure. I sat down there for coffee - it's amazing how rest transforms tastes, but I'm at home, no, no. There were a lot of fruits, and the mini-juice squeezer I took with me evoked astonished envious glances, and some even asked where in the hotel they give it out. So we didn't have any problems with the streak. The food was good, but there was no meat in an individual piece-palm form,
but mostly in economically finely chopped, immersed in a variety of vegetables. Periodically appearing on the distribution of parts of the body of the chicken evoked in compatriots a genuine, aching, hungry-trembling state of mind, causing a surge of memories of difficult times, which manifested itself painfully familiar crush accompanied by cries of the soul like: “Where are you going, cattle, there’s a queue... One by one in the hands come on . . , you weren’t standing here... , And I occupied it behind my aunt . . ”, snatching a dismembered carcass with his hands right out of the sauce and a lustfully happy smile of possession inherent in a primitive hunter who had just killed a mammoth and saved his tribe from starvation. We waited 20-30 minutes until the excitement subsided, or, in general, came to the end of the action and calmly chose everything the same, in any quantity. Overeating was not a problem and I spent the afternoons traveling. Unlike Side and Belek,

there is nowhere to run in the village. That is, for a couple of miles, you can trample the pavement in the morning, but so that 10-15 km along the beach, this, alas, is not. On the first day, I ran along the highway to the port in the neighboring town of Kemer. Cool, the distance is good, but the track is busy and tough. As a result, I knocked down my legs despite the fact that I run all the time. But he switched to a bicycle and traveled everything within a radius of 20-25 km and went to the mountains, and to local non-resort villages. If you are going to the canyon yourself, then in the village of Goynuk on the main street turn right and cross the bridge to the other side of the river, then left along the paved road until it stops. Entrance is 5 lire, in the canyon 10 bucks for a wetsuit and a helmet, otherwise you won’t get into it, just go 6-7 km, it’s better on a bike, but 3km is still going. In the morning it is good to swim in the pool, the size and configuration allow you to work out well. So overall it was a good holiday. And for 750 bucks, for two weeks, it's quite acceptable. Will I come again - of course,
but here for 1000 hardly.