не поняла, куда попала I didn't understand where I was

I didn’t understand where I came 4 years after the first visit to this beautiful corner of Crimea. As if the Marat Park Hotel is not developing. The owner of the establishment collects money from vacationers, and how you will rest there is up to you. The rooms are full of Soviet deputies: the floor is shabby. the Germans probably forgot to take the air conditioner during the retreat, there was at least furniture, there was nowhere even to put the bags. There are 2 hangers in a double room and those of various sizes (thanks to previous vacationers). Housekeeping on request, no drinking water in the building. Towels were also changed upon request, for the face and lower parts of the body - one towel, a small bath towel, which does not have time to dry in the evening for the morning shower. The pool is cleaned on Mondays, bleach is not spared, the child's bathing shorts for 5 days turned into a kind of erotic mesh underwear, I had to throw it away. The slide was turned on only for 15 minutes with breaks, while the "lifeguard" (as he was called) demanded that parents explain to aunts not to run on a dry hill. There is simply no place on the beach: if you come to relax together with a child, then you can lie on the rocks, or maybe just sit, because vacationers from large companies run to the beach at 6 o'clock, take sunbeds in the first line, leave towels and come with well-rested families by 9 or 10 in the morning. At the same time, the security on the beach does not react in any way to the fact that people cannot accommodate, while the sunbeds with towels are empty. At the end of the holiday, it also began to happen at the pool. in general, be prepared to compete for a place in the sun. The dining room just sucks! I never saw such food even in the difficult 90s. Everything is the same, just the same every day. Fruits: sour plum, purely Crimean fruits: bananas. oranges, grapefruits. Bananas, although black, are very scarce, you have to ask. Dairy products are scary to eat: milk is bluish in color, tasteless; cottage cheese not eaten in the morning turns into a casserole in the evening. The chef's imagination doesn't work anymore. meat dishes disdained to eat, to be honest. A chicken egg will dream for a long time in different forms: boiled. fried, omelet. Almost clucked in 10 days. The dishes are dirty: the spoons are greasy, the saucers were taken out of the warehouse and they forgot to rinse. Glasses, wine glasses generally unwashed. several times we talked about this to the waiters, or whatever you call them, to the administrator, all without results: the next day they wash it normally, and then everything is the same. The cook on vacation learned to cook. Disgusting! It's a shame. that the administration does not respond to comments. Basic hygiene standards must be observed. I will not go there again, but it's a pity - the place is beautiful! Very friendly local people.