Will go with beer

Written: 10 november 2012
Travel time: 31 october — 8 november 2012
Who does the author recommend the hotel to?: For a relaxing holiday; For families with children
Your rating of this hotel:
6.0
from 10
Hotel ratings by criteria:
Rooms: 6.0
Service: 5.0
Cleanliness: 6.0
Food: 4.0
Amenities: 6.0
Hi all! This year, the family decided to show off and rush abroad for the second time in a year. First time in Egypt. All the last trips were in Europe, which is probably why I will compare, as it should be for a tourist. Chose the hotel for a long time based on reviews. The choice fell on the Hilton. Arrival at the airport, customs, everything was as written in the reviews, thanks to everyone, passed quickly, as if I were not here for the first time. 7-00 and we are in the Hilton. They showed a sign at the reception saying check in at 2:00 pm. 10 dollars did not reproduce the proper impression, wait your time. Okay, the second step, after 10 minutes I come up and show an impressionable thick roll of dollars - a 5 dollar bill on top, then five more bills of one dollar go. Together they look solid. There were immediately free rooms on the first line, although I took on the second. True, only by the pool and reception nearby. I took it for the second one, I liked it, it was quiet and there was no noise. The porter bucks and now they are carrying an extra bed for my daughter. The room is medium in size, there is an ironing board, iron, kettle, LCD TV 32 diagonally, free safe. True, the air conditioner did not want to turn on (made in usa) The person who came scratched his head for a long time and announced that it would turn on after 5 minutes. Well, yes, they themselves with a mustache. The problem is relevant for all countries with a hot climate. Poor contact on the opening sensors on the doors to the balcony, or their oxidation. Voila, and here is the cool air. The person who came again is amazed at my work, then they talk about how things are going, a dollar, and every day we have a good cleaning, change of linen and messages to the cleaners that I am his friend. But the bracelets were put on only at 11-00. towards the end of breakfast. The promised snacks at the bar were in the form of 5 croissants. Well, here's lunch. But this disheartened me, as did the subsequent meals at the hotel. One tray with chicken, one with fish, people are in line for them, and if you come to the restaurant later, then they are also in line at the restaurant itself. A couple of times for lunch or dinner I put out a tray with a new dish - once after the rollback of a wave of hungry tourists, the second time towards the end, when the staff themselves come to eat. From vegetables, cucumbers, tomatoes, lettuce leaves are edible, though sometimes tomatoes disappeared, and sometimes cucumbers. There were also salads from thawed vegetables, well, this is not for everybody. 2 times there were eggplant stewed in a salad, I liked it. Breakfast is a separate issue. cardboard sausage, some beans, small liverwursts, and eggs. A separate hit = frying fried eggs, like in Turkey, while there is a queue for half a restaurant, and after standing in line for 20 minutes for 2 undercooked eggs with onions, you feel like a real food earner and proudly carrying plates of "fried eggs" you catch the envious glances of losers from the end of the queue. Hmm, but just recently in the summer in Cyprus, seeing 5 people with about 10-15 trays of various types of meat, fish and poultry in various forms, I wrinkled my nose and said, the British came in large numbers here, they don’t give food. Sic transia gleria mundi (this is how earthly glory passes), Okay, I digress. ALCOHOL - oh my liver and kidneys - you don't deserve this. After Spain, the tasting of Egyptian wine led me to insight, that's where Hussein hid chemical weapons, and when the waiter serves a glass with traces of repeated drinking from it, you understand that the glass, like a pipe of peace, is passed around in a circle, it means they respect it, it’s not in vain that you smile so much and say shukran. Further beach and sea. The sea is like in Tuapse in summer, it is cool, but after a couple of minutes you get used to it and swim. Knee-deep in the water there is a gang of fish that do free leg peeling, but ungrateful tourists scream loudly out of habit. Along the edges of the beach there are remnants of corals with the remains of fish fauna. Animation - everything is fine = bald Hottabych with young children, girls with aerobics (especially an Italian with appetizing buttocks), a cheerful young sailor bartender, from whom women at 45 and with a belly, like a pregnant woman, begin to wag their hips, like 18 years old. The beach is dominated by a dude with a camel Oscar ($1.2 min). And God forbid, in a nearby hotel on a horse for 100 rubles 10 minutes, An arrow flies to the showdown "I have a mani finish, but here ?!!!!!!!!!!!!! ) And even refuses cookies! Tourists: a separate topic is tourists from China, every day a new pack of people with full plates of food in a restaurant (we are relaxing) and a photo with floundering in the water. As if new ones are crawling out of suitcases. Well, ours. Along the path, 4 people wide, with a proud look of senators are walking in a row with the whole family, wanting everyone to crawl onto the lawn (well, they are used to behaving like this on the highway). Helped rukzak-inadvertently on suissals, or cock pushing chest to chest. And what about the picture - a 2-year-old child pooping by the path on a beautiful lawn, well-groomed flowers nearby and a toilet 10 meters away, and the whole family stands and admires, it goes well. Idyll! And what about the beautiful trenches on the beach and right there the tools on the sand - cups of drinks and bottles? (which, after rinsing in a basin, are served back to the folders with beer? ) Beauty! I repeat once again, in Egypt for the first time (probably the last) and it may well be very cool here compared to others, but putting high scores is bad manners. Although, how many people, so many opinions
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