Wild bastard!

Written: 18 august 2021
Travel time: 2 — 6 august 2015
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Hotel ratings by criteria:
Rooms: 1.0
Service: 1.0
Cleanliness: 1.0
Food: 3.0
Amenities: 4.0
Although late, I have to write a review to protect others as naive as we are. And there is one more reason, a few years ago, right after we left Mriya, we left an angry review, BUT it is not there!! ! Rested with my husband in this hell in 2015 in August. The room was booked in advance via the Internet. 2-seater, shower, toilet in the room. When we were brought to this room, the first thing that greeted us was a wild stench in the room, as if the same wild dirt had got into a public toilet. The fear that we would not find a place to stay at the height of the season played a cruel joke and we obediently stayed here to "rest". I immediately asked for a bucket, a rag and bleach, hoping to wash everything and remove this stink. And oh, oh, naive fool, I somehow hoped a little that after my request, they would be ashamed and they would come and clean up. But no, I was tortured after the road, I scrubbed this room for more than an hour, except for bleach, poured out a bunch of our shampoo, gel and dezika, hoping to kill this smell. It seems to have worked out a bit.
But I haven’t described everything yet, the furniture in the room was from the 80s, a closet with a broken off dangling door, in the middle there was sticky Velcro all covered in flies hanging from the ceiling. And the toilet and shower in the room - it was a room 1m x 1m, where the shower was located directly above the old toilet, from where it carried a public toilet. After tiring cleaning in this viper, we went to the sea. When we returned from the sea, the same wildest toilet stench was in the room again. At least my husband has a bad sense of smell, the consequences of his profession and he was still tolerant of "resting" here, and I thought I would go crazy from this public toilet under the good name of the rest room. In general, this is my most terrible memory of my entire life in 45 years. Even I am writing after 5 years and still nausea is getting to my throat just about one thought about this wildest viper with the name "Mriya".
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