Amazing vacation

Written: 30 august 2012
Travel time: 7 — 17 february 2012
Who does the author recommend the hotel to?: For a relaxing holiday
Your rating of this hotel:
3.0
from 10
Hotel ratings by criteria:
Rooms: 5.0
Service: 5.0
Cleanliness: 5.0
Food: 5.0
Amenities: 2.0
I would like to start with the fact that we went to this hotel on the advice of a friend who had a rest in it in early October. Maybe our bitter experience is connected with the season, February is generally a difficult month.... I would like to start by arriving at Dubai airport, somehow they forgot to warn us about the retinal scan, and this whole procedure made me want to return to Kyiv by the same plane. A huge queue lined up, the angry Arabs fenced off the people standing in it, you had to stand strictly one at a time, if you stood next to your husband, an Arab came up and started yelling something aggressively. Women with small children, cat. they went to ask if there was a shorter queue for people with children, they didn’t let them back behind the fence to their husbands, but forced them to stand at the very end of the queue. To be honest, it was very unpleasant, and even a little scary. Since the departure from Kyiv was delayed for 3-4 hours, and we also arrived later. The meeting driver had to follow us 2 times. Well, thank God, we were met and brought to the hotel. It was already 11 pm Saturday, and there were no rooms. As compensation, they gave us a suite on the first floor. When I entered the room, I wanted to cry.... which I did. Two dark, damp, smelly rooms with 50-year-old plush upholstered furniture. Shower without hot water and terrible hair dryer. Yes, I forgot to say, crowds of noisy natives with children come to this hotel on Friday. All the railings were hung with shorts, towels and other things. The people buzzed, had fun and cursed almost until the morning. In the morning, thank God, we were given a regular room on the second floor closer to the bay, and it seemed to me heaven on earth, even the water was hot. Breakfast in the huge canteen was disgusting. The hotel area is very small, Chernobryvtsy grow everywhere against the backdrop of palm trees, an ambivalent feeling.... The beach is small, but half empty and quiet. The pool is small but also empty. For 10 days of our stay, we observed such a gratifying picture at most 5 times. During this time, we saw: a matinee of Muslim high school girls - all Sunday, a corporate party of Pakistani middle managers - for the whole day - with songs, dances, games and prize draws from morning until late at night; just an invasion of Malaysian families by the pool, and numerous Indians on the beach. All this could have been nothing, and even in a sense, fun and instructive, if these people did not occupy absolutely all the free sunbeds, and once did not even lie down on our own towels when we went up to the room for a while. February, it seems they are not in season, and the owner rents rooms for rent to everyone who misses. Another little note - both schoolgirls and Pakistani women swim in a small pool in all their clothes. From the good, I can note very decent dinners that are served on the beach. . . if there is no strong wind. . . but we often had not just a strong wind, but almost a hurricane. Yes, there are also a lot of thin, hungry, impudent and shabby cats that jump on the tables and quietly steal your dinner. And in the morning and afternoon, huge birds encroach on the prey of cats. All this is very interesting to watch. . . just some primitive world. On the day of our departure, a wild wind arose. it got very cold, and a huge tanker entered this tiny bay. Maybe it, of course, was a cargo ship, but I didn’t want to swim there anymore. . . for some reason. . . Another good thing was the absolutely amazing singing fountains in the Dubai Mall, and a Persian carpet for 200 bucks, bought during an excursion to Oman. That's all. In this emirate, we no longer have a foot. Even despite the very good and inexpensive rum bought in a liquor store next to the hotel by four. . . all taxi drivers know the address. . .
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