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The trip was not planned in advance. I just got tired of the city heat, and the dacha is being renovated and I really wanted sea air. We planned a simple trip to the Sea of ​ ​ Azov, but there was little time to organize such a vacation. We decided to go the beaten path and spend an unexpected vacation with pleasure. A friendly agency suggested a holiday in Marmaris. There was no time to think, we quickly paid, it took a couple more days to sort out working moments and now we are already on the plane.
Such a lengthy introduction was necessary in order to understand our certain undemandingness to the inconveniences that arose. Firstly, it is very far (compared to Kemer) from the airport, although our hotel was the first on the way from Dalaman to hotels.
Secondly, the hotel area is very small. Raised by mothers and grandmothers on the shores of Azov, we are accustomed to the steppes, spits, estuaries or beautiful parks at Soviet hotels. Here the oligarchs will finally tear apart the coastal lands and our children will not see these masterpieces anymore.

Well, everything else, of course, was just a pleasure.
To the sea - literally, 100 m. The room is simple, without any frills, as they wrote before us. But it is not small, spacious. For some reason they didn't change the towels at all! Maybe because we didn't throw them on the floor, I don't know. Somehow, going out to the sea or having breakfast, you least of all think about changing towels, let the maids take care of it, so I think.
I liked the food very much. Having read in the reviews that this hotel does not give watermelons, but only unpeeled oranges, we were pleasantly surprised when we saw watermelons and melons for lunch. Well, everything else is the same as already described.
There are many foreigners, Germans, Englishmen, other Europeans (it is impossible to understand their language, since my husband and I do not know English either), but on the beach, no, no, and our beautiful and powerful will sound.
The beach is small, in almost all places of the Anatolian coast the beaches are cleaner and larger in area, you don’t feel every second the hot elbow of a burnt beach neighbor. Even in Croatia, where the natural coastline is very narrow, you don't feel such crowding. Maybe it's because the Turks want to get the most out of their space (probably rented).
The city is big, life in it is in full swing until late at night, of course, sometimes it got enough, because you want to sleep after all.
But when you wake up in the morning and run early to the beach, dive into the sea, as quiet as a river and crystal clear - you forget about all the towels, about the noise of the night street, about the long way back to the airport (counted 0 lost 5 hours on the way to the airport and back) .
So three days passed. They got burned like Scandinavians in Africa, bought necessary and unnecessary gifts for everyone in a row and, counting the money spent, flew back. And upon arrival, our phones were already at the start, like trotters at the races, waiting for the command: trrrrrrrrrrrrr....