3* - это самое то чтобы повеселиться от души. 3 * - this is the thing to have fun from the heart.

You should not go to 5 * if you like to have a good time, in this hotel you completely forget about home and work. On the very first night after arriving and visiting a local club, we played volleyball in the pool at 4 in the morning. The ball was then seen a couple of days later in the hands of local children who lived across the street. . . The children were happy when he flew over the fence to them. Unkle-bens, who cleans the pool by catching coins in the morning and then fries lizard sandwiches, was running after us with a machete, intending to chop off the pings. We played football with the painters in the hallway. When the ceiling was broken, the painters offered to run away. . . But first, we stretched a cigar with them right there. . . Someone else drove in my sneakers, which were in the room. Probably it's the painters))) Animator Alejandro, who in Russian only spats on the way, and must contact tourists on all occasions, was always out of business. The Cubans did not understand how to erase the inscriptions from the elevator doors, but they recognized by the handwriting who left these inscriptions and politely warned against this. They no longer painted on the elevator, they painted on horses that ride carriages along the street. Sandwiches from the hotel are in great demand on the beach among the local population. They are ready to stand for hours near the hotel and wait for you to bring them food. So the buters are normal and you can eat them. Also, the locals sing very well and play songs for tourists who bring them beer from the beach drinking bowl. The air conditioner in the room in windy weather is buzzing like an airplane taking off - the blankets with which we wrapped it helped. I had to suffer - there are gaps around the conder by 10 cm. The hotel is good - even the cockroach that lived in the toilet was the largest I have ever seen. But the canteen is clean. The wine that they bring is sort of like a powder. The locals said. The pinna colada at the bar is even worse than pee. The rum in the bar is real, because when we carried it in one and a half from under the mineral water to the Havana Club, the guard sniffed it and said - ROM. I had to leave the bottle near the fence and go in like that. In order to collect one and a half rum at the hotel, ask all the tourists who are there to take a pile and drain everything. Just don't pour a balloon. PS: do not wallow under the palm trees in the yard - a coconut can fall on your head.