Your rating of this hotel:
9.0
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Hotel ratings by criteria:
Rooms:
9.0
Service:
10.0
Cleanliness:
10.0
Food:
8.0
Amenities:
9.0
The hotel was chosen according to the indicators: warm sea, good beach, good food, quiet (no russians), beautiful palm trees. For the Germans, in short.
It turned out a trace.
1. Settlement. We arrived at 10:00 am and were seated without any problems. Didn't wait until 2pm. Well done.
2. Number. Huge, you can put 2-3 cots for children. Clean, no flaws. If desired, you can find spots in the sun. But we didn't look. There is a "Do Not Disturb" sign. We and opposite the Germans hung out constantly. Then boxes with water, clean towels, etc. are put under the door in a huge bag. We took. A tricky question: Do you, vacationers, also change the bed at home every day? Can't use a towel for the second time? Come on, about vacationers later.
3. Territory. Clean, small, beautiful. Yes, the main thing. No city noise, loud music, etc. For relaxation. For the Germans! That's it!
4. Sea, beach. Magnificent. My wife can't swim, so she rarely got out of the water.
And then to tell that her small fish were mistaken for a big fish and bit lightly. Probably for the butt. And for what else? For the wife, that's it.
Yes, it was hot, up to 40. So, after a hearty dinner, we went to the room to have a look…
5. Nutrition. The first days are great. The choice is huge, eyes run wide, delicious. They ate from the belly. This is with my stomach, spoiled for 5 years by the Soviet military uniform. The stomach worked great.
In the middle - we tried a lot of delicious things, the enthusiasm subsided a little.
In the end, I wouldn’t mind wrapping Ukrainian borscht with sour cream, dumplings, dumplings, Ukrainian sausage at least half a meter. Well, how do Turks live without bacon - I don’t understand at all?
Breakfast is light, just like for me. I saw the Germans ate a little porridge, coffee. But I'm not a German or an Englishman, so that on oatmeal. For me, the omelet was clearly not enough. There was no steak, no pork in the morning. But these are typical breakfasts in such hotels. Come on.
The drinks.
At lunch, juices are a rare chemical muck. After 3 hours I went to drink beer. And in the evening after dinner I decided to correct the mistake with wine. It turned out to be an excellent dry wine. In the evenings, he skipped a glass of wine. It worked out great.
Total: at lunchtime it is better to drink bottled water from the hotel. Excellent water.
6. Staff. Fabulous. One time they just got a little bit greedy. Ice cream is served from 15:00 to 17:00. And we were 7 minutes late. Not allowed. And they would win if they said that it was only for you, etc.
7. Vacationers. Special topic.
So, the hotel was planned for sedate Nenets without children. No children's slides, carousels of music, etc. There was not even animation. And only 2 years since they were allowed to call in with children, they launched a show in the evening. Every evening a different team.
In short, as young people say, it turned out to be half of the Germans and about the same number of Russians, a couple of Poles, an Australian and me and my wife. I don't know why the Russians liked him. And why were there no Ukrainians, every day there are two flights from Kyiv.
Yes, once there were flights from Donetsk. But now it's Lugandonia.
Let me debunk some stereotypes:
a) Russians are treated like pigs.
Not true, just like the Germans. Once they only made a remark to the woman that she took meat for a whole company, and ate less than half.
b) Russians are always pigs.
Not true, they didn’t grunt, they didn’t get fat, they made little noise. This is despite the fact that we rozmovlyali, more precisely, broke the language in Ukrainian. We are all Russian speakers in Kyiv. Even my grandson. But since the tanks “To Kyiv” are already cutting through Donetsk to defend the Russian language, so we answered “We are not understandable in Russian. Wee Speck Ownley Ukraine, English Or Germen. ” And the wife in general taught all the Turks and Germans the Ukrainian language. To mutual satisfaction. And not the first time.
Only one family from Kaliningrad showed great interest, they could not understand who we really were. Great people, they turned out to be sane.
And they were wondering why everyone greets us, Ukrainians, makes friends, jokes, even Turks. Except Russians.
And so, how to recognize a real Rousseau in a hotel.
- never smiles, does not greet strangers, does not wave his hand like a best friend from childhood. Always muzzle box. Made an experiment. He wished a good appetite in Russian to his neighbor on the table, when he was wrapping up a mountain of food, he heard something indistinct: whether it’s your business, or go to hell, Ukrainian, or maybe he said thank you. But the desire to make good wishes to the Russians was gone.
Germans, Poles, Australians are another matter. They become their own on the board. German students sent a letter yesterday.
- goes with his wife - reads morality. Baba is silent. I saw it twice. Well, why the hell is such a woman or such a man on vacation? What else is impossible?
- the Russian sea is knee-deep. And to go in dirty shoes through the children's pool - just spit. And what, blah, and refreshed his feet, and washed his shoes. Russo tourist, blah!
I saw it myself.
- Russian on the beach is the king, the president and the sultan combined. No, well, it’s not good for such a cigarette butt to be put in an ashtray on the beach. Well, that's half a meter to stretch! But in the sand under a deck chair, under yourself. And what, blah, ol inclusive.
- the language of communication with the staff is a pleasure. Baba raised her finger in the direction of the Turk and, bulging her eyes, mumbled “Uuuu! ! ! ". And the Turk immediately serves the woman a pancake. Intelligent. Or the universal response “Uh-huh! Everyone understands too.
No, well, Ukrainians appreciate European culture and values more, but not by much. Still, 500 years under Russia, this is not 200 under the Mongol-Tatars, and even the devil knows when.
There are many impressions left.
Well, at the end of the show. There are not very, but there are interesting, for example. Indian yogi showed miracles.
But a special class is the last Turkish night, the last number is a belly dance.
Before that, in connection with the completion, I took two glasses of wine, two cocktails at dinner, and corrected everything with Turkish raki. Turkish moonshine on anise. Well, in short, the client has matured. And at the end I gave out a meaningful “Oh Fatima! Well, what a fatima you have! Das is fantastic! Come on, come on, Fatima! ". And got into the top ten. Nearby sat a large family of German Turkish subjects. Or vice versa. In short, the oldest Turk, about 70 years old, quickly drove in and began to growl “Oh-oh-oh-oh Fatima-ah-ah-ah-ah! Come on, come on!! ! ! ". Next came the seniority. Soon the average Turk, 45-50 years old, decided to keep up and started belly dancing. I, of course, supported. Further half of the hotel yelled “Oh-oh-oh-oh Fatima ! ! ! ". And they made very decent gestures, charging with a cocktail. The other half of the hotel was already looking at us with delight.
The dancer, seeing an unprecedented success, tried her best. Everyone was wildly excited.
And at the end, the Turks began to shake my hand, hugging their boyfriend like a fool.
But the Turkish woman struck. In appearance, she is 1000 years younger than the Egyptian mummy. She babbled something in Turkish about Fatima. And then the happy mummy, smiling, extended her hand. And I kissed her with pleasure. Probably the oldest woman I've kissed. To everyone's delight.
Further, I took another 30 grams of crayfish with ice, walked and were happy, went to bed.
And only in the morning I realized that the last crayfish was superfluous. Nothing came down my throat except tea. But everyone smiled at me, waved a pen. Staggering, he reached the sea, plunged into the calm, beautiful Mediterranean Sea.
Let it go. It became easier.
And at 13.00 we left for the airport.
It turned out a trace.
1. Settlement. We arrived at 10:00 am and were seated without any problems. Didn't wait until 2pm. Well done.
2. Number. Huge, you can put 2-3 cots for children. Clean, no flaws. If desired, you can find spots in the sun. But we didn't look. There is a "Do Not Disturb" sign. We and opposite the Germans hung out constantly. Then boxes with water, clean towels, etc. are put under the door in a huge bag. We took. A tricky question: Do you, vacationers, also change the bed at home every day? Can't use a towel for the second time? Come on, about vacationers later.
3. Territory. Clean, small, beautiful. Yes, the main thing. No city noise, loud music, etc. For relaxation. For the Germans! That's it!
4. Sea, beach. Magnificent. My wife can't swim, so she rarely got out of the water.
And then to tell that her small fish were mistaken for a big fish and bit lightly. Probably for the butt. And for what else? For the wife, that's it.
Yes, it was hot, up to 40. So, after a hearty dinner, we went to the room to have a look…
5. Nutrition. The first days are great. The choice is huge, eyes run wide, delicious. They ate from the belly. This is with my stomach, spoiled for 5 years by the Soviet military uniform. The stomach worked great.
In the middle - we tried a lot of delicious things, the enthusiasm subsided a little.
In the end, I wouldn’t mind wrapping Ukrainian borscht with sour cream, dumplings, dumplings, Ukrainian sausage at least half a meter. Well, how do Turks live without bacon - I don’t understand at all?
Breakfast is light, just like for me. I saw the Germans ate a little porridge, coffee. But I'm not a German or an Englishman, so that on oatmeal. For me, the omelet was clearly not enough. There was no steak, no pork in the morning. But these are typical breakfasts in such hotels. Come on.
The drinks.
At lunch, juices are a rare chemical muck. After 3 hours I went to drink beer. And in the evening after dinner I decided to correct the mistake with wine. It turned out to be an excellent dry wine. In the evenings, he skipped a glass of wine. It worked out great.
Total: at lunchtime it is better to drink bottled water from the hotel. Excellent water.
6. Staff. Fabulous. One time they just got a little bit greedy. Ice cream is served from 15:00 to 17:00. And we were 7 minutes late. Not allowed. And they would win if they said that it was only for you, etc.
7. Vacationers. Special topic.
So, the hotel was planned for sedate Nenets without children. No children's slides, carousels of music, etc. There was not even animation. And only 2 years since they were allowed to call in with children, they launched a show in the evening. Every evening a different team.
In short, as young people say, it turned out to be half of the Germans and about the same number of Russians, a couple of Poles, an Australian and me and my wife. I don't know why the Russians liked him. And why were there no Ukrainians, every day there are two flights from Kyiv.
Yes, once there were flights from Donetsk. But now it's Lugandonia.
Let me debunk some stereotypes:
a) Russians are treated like pigs.
Not true, just like the Germans. Once they only made a remark to the woman that she took meat for a whole company, and ate less than half.
b) Russians are always pigs.
Not true, they didn’t grunt, they didn’t get fat, they made little noise. This is despite the fact that we rozmovlyali, more precisely, broke the language in Ukrainian. We are all Russian speakers in Kyiv. Even my grandson. But since the tanks “To Kyiv” are already cutting through Donetsk to defend the Russian language, so we answered “We are not understandable in Russian. Wee Speck Ownley Ukraine, English Or Germen. ” And the wife in general taught all the Turks and Germans the Ukrainian language. To mutual satisfaction. And not the first time.
Only one family from Kaliningrad showed great interest, they could not understand who we really were. Great people, they turned out to be sane.
And they were wondering why everyone greets us, Ukrainians, makes friends, jokes, even Turks. Except Russians.
And so, how to recognize a real Rousseau in a hotel.
- never smiles, does not greet strangers, does not wave his hand like a best friend from childhood. Always muzzle box. Made an experiment. He wished a good appetite in Russian to his neighbor on the table, when he was wrapping up a mountain of food, he heard something indistinct: whether it’s your business, or go to hell, Ukrainian, or maybe he said thank you. But the desire to make good wishes to the Russians was gone.
Germans, Poles, Australians are another matter. They become their own on the board. German students sent a letter yesterday.
- goes with his wife - reads morality. Baba is silent. I saw it twice. Well, why the hell is such a woman or such a man on vacation? What else is impossible?
- the Russian sea is knee-deep. And to go in dirty shoes through the children's pool - just spit. And what, blah, and refreshed his feet, and washed his shoes. Russo tourist, blah!
I saw it myself.
- Russian on the beach is the king, the president and the sultan combined. No, well, it’s not good for such a cigarette butt to be put in an ashtray on the beach. Well, that's half a meter to stretch! But in the sand under a deck chair, under yourself. And what, blah, ol inclusive.
- the language of communication with the staff is a pleasure. Baba raised her finger in the direction of the Turk and, bulging her eyes, mumbled “Uuuu! ! ! ". And the Turk immediately serves the woman a pancake. Intelligent. Or the universal response “Uh-huh! Everyone understands too.
No, well, Ukrainians appreciate European culture and values more, but not by much. Still, 500 years under Russia, this is not 200 under the Mongol-Tatars, and even the devil knows when.
There are many impressions left.
Well, at the end of the show. There are not very, but there are interesting, for example. Indian yogi showed miracles.
But a special class is the last Turkish night, the last number is a belly dance.
Before that, in connection with the completion, I took two glasses of wine, two cocktails at dinner, and corrected everything with Turkish raki. Turkish moonshine on anise. Well, in short, the client has matured. And at the end I gave out a meaningful “Oh Fatima! Well, what a fatima you have! Das is fantastic! Come on, come on, Fatima! ". And got into the top ten. Nearby sat a large family of German Turkish subjects. Or vice versa. In short, the oldest Turk, about 70 years old, quickly drove in and began to growl “Oh-oh-oh-oh Fatima-ah-ah-ah-ah! Come on, come on!! ! ! ". Next came the seniority. Soon the average Turk, 45-50 years old, decided to keep up and started belly dancing. I, of course, supported. Further half of the hotel yelled “Oh-oh-oh-oh Fatima ! ! ! ". And they made very decent gestures, charging with a cocktail. The other half of the hotel was already looking at us with delight.
The dancer, seeing an unprecedented success, tried her best. Everyone was wildly excited.
And at the end, the Turks began to shake my hand, hugging their boyfriend like a fool.
But the Turkish woman struck. In appearance, she is 1000 years younger than the Egyptian mummy. She babbled something in Turkish about Fatima. And then the happy mummy, smiling, extended her hand. And I kissed her with pleasure. Probably the oldest woman I've kissed. To everyone's delight.
Further, I took another 30 grams of crayfish with ice, walked and were happy, went to bed.
And only in the morning I realized that the last crayfish was superfluous. Nothing came down my throat except tea. But everyone smiled at me, waved a pen. Staggering, he reached the sea, plunged into the calm, beautiful Mediterranean Sea.
Let it go. It became easier.
And at 13.00 we left for the airport.
Translated automatically from Russian. View original
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