Your rating of this hotel:
6.0
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Hotel ratings by criteria:
Rooms:
7.0
Service:
7.0
Cleanliness:
6.0
Food:
4.0
Amenities:
7.0
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We rested in Crimea for the first time... the choice, after careful monitoring, settled on "Assol", which we did not regret. Rested from 10 to 20 July family. Due to circumstances, we initially stopped in the 7th building, the next day we moved to the 8th, in a junior suite. There are quite positive emotions about the work of the administrators and the rest of the staff. My thanks to Sergey and Oleg personally for their understanding, help, correct communication and comfortable conditions. The hotel meets the stated category and does not deserve any complaints from the functionality and range of services.
The main mood and intentions of vacationers))).
Decent spacious room. There were no problems with air conditioning and hot water. Chic balcony: lazy people - this is your option - you can wallow three steps from the wave in sun loungers on the balcony without going down to the beach. The purest sea. The beach is small in area, but there are no "extra" people - it was guarded around the clock, in the morning it was removed from garbage. Nature is above all praise.
For 10 days we rolled up on our own to Yalta (zoo, Glade of fairy tales)... we walked to the water park (pools with sea water are a big plus for allergy sufferers)... crazy about Balaklava and Chersonese... wandered around Sevastopol...
Simeiz conquered. . . my silent delights and gratitude to this place. . . Bakhchisaray peaches. . . home cooking. . . mmm. . . Quiet sunsets. . . embankment for zazhigalov. . . Let's leave whims to those who are not satisfied in life.
Thanks to Simeiz and the guys who hosted us.
Svetlana.
As a small presentation - a small miniature in prose about Simeiz:
Air.
Yes.
There he is.
Iconic place. In all senses.
If it were possible in reserve... for many years... like these
tin cans. . . Even to my lion's appetite
it was enough... there is WHO SPIRIT... and next to those who are half a word... whose professional and self-made bonton does not tire with unnecessary words... and Svetino is gratifying: wallow, communicating with touches, and watching... in an oriental... on pillows... like sex, only better... because that she is in the air.
Listen: the quiet joys of private life -
in which women walk their married status a little languidly, and men with empty eyes, six mistresses and a history of gonorrhea stand upright, not yet seeing, but already sensing the young, elastic and greyhound... where is the month, clinging to "Cat's" ears, the day grows from day to day, becoming pregnant on my arrival and
giving birth to a full moon with the consequences of it already on departure...
And the Almighty definitely smiles in thought, pouring the sand of earthly life into the slave of his Fatinya...
. . . Her fears are removed in one pinch, and therefore she grinds them with her God's help... knowing that she will die not when she stops breathing... but when they stop loving HER...
. . . it's scary if breathing lasts longer than love... you breathe, but you no longer live.
Women are looking for a reason, men are looking for a goal, and the memory of the body finds everything on its own... without “why” and “what for”: otherwise there would not have happened there - in the solar plexus - the intersection of pain and happiness, from which one breathes in a special way...
Returned from Simeiz. . .
We rested in Crimea for the first time... the choice, after careful monitoring, settled on "Assol", which we did not regret. Rested from 10 to 20 July family. Due to circumstances, we initially stopped in the 7th building, the next day we moved to the 8th, in a junior suite. There are quite positive emotions about the work of the administrators and the rest of the staff. My thanks to Sergey and Oleg personally for their understanding, help, correct communication and comfortable conditions. The hotel meets the stated category and does not deserve any complaints from the functionality and range of services.
The main mood and intentions of vacationers))).
Decent spacious room. There were no problems with air conditioning and hot water. Chic balcony: lazy people - this is your option - you can wallow three steps from the wave in sun loungers on the balcony without going down to the beach. The purest sea. The beach is small in area, but there are no "extra" people - it was guarded around the clock, in the morning it was removed from garbage. Nature is above all praise.
For 10 days we rolled up on our own to Yalta (zoo, Glade of fairy tales)... we walked to the water park (pools with sea water are a big plus for allergy sufferers)... crazy about Balaklava and Chersonese... wandered around Sevastopol...
Simeiz conquered. . . my silent delights and gratitude to this place. . . Bakhchisaray peaches. . . home cooking. . . mmm. . . Quiet sunsets. . . embankment for zazhigalov. . . Let's leave whims to those who are not satisfied in life.
Thanks to Simeiz and the guys who hosted us.
Svetlana.
As a small presentation - a small miniature in prose about Simeiz:
Air.
Yes.
There he is.
Iconic place. In all senses.
If it were possible in reserve... for many years... like these
tin cans. . . Even to my lion's appetite
it was enough... there is WHO SPIRIT... and next to those who are half a word... whose professional and self-made bonton does not tire with unnecessary words... and Svetino is gratifying: wallow, communicating with touches, and watching... in an oriental... on pillows... like sex, only better... because that she is in the air.
Listen: the quiet joys of private life -
in which women walk their married status a little languidly, and men with empty eyes, six mistresses and a history of gonorrhea stand upright, not yet seeing, but already sensing the young, elastic and greyhound... where is the month, clinging to "Cat's" ears, the day grows from day to day, becoming pregnant on my arrival and
giving birth to a full moon with the consequences of it already on departure...
And the Almighty definitely smiles in thought, pouring the sand of earthly life into the slave of his Fatinya...
. . . Her fears are removed in one pinch, and therefore she grinds them with her God's help... knowing that she will die not when she stops breathing... but when they stop loving HER...
. . . it's scary if breathing lasts longer than love... you breathe, but you no longer live.
Women are looking for a reason, men are looking for a goal, and the memory of the body finds everything on its own... without “why” and “what for”: otherwise there would not have happened there - in the solar plexus - the intersection of pain and happiness, from which one breathes in a special way...
Returned from Simeiz. . .
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