ну вот опять! пока не 25 ;-) well here again! until 25 ;-)

After 3 weeks, they rushed again... did things, waited out the Arab holidays at the end of January-beginning of February, monitored the weather and the soul rushed to paradise! The arrival was stunned by the truth of the summer heat, which lasted a good 6 days. For the whole vacation there was only one day of cooling and blowing, which is simply ridiculous for February. The pleasure of bathing has increased many times... from the heat to the refreshing bliss mmm. In January it was already chilly at 4. . . now at 5 the sun hides, but it's still warm. We swam according to the extended program and up to the stop.
Settled in the same room 38201... upset shabby towels and bed linen, screaming about disposal... bought too delicate, and therefore short-lived. But we decided that we will survive this trouble. Evaluation to reduce for such a small conscience bites. Cleaning, as always in the family, is excellent... I check the cleanliness with bare feet, the heels remained virgin. The building is uncomfortable, bulky and noisy, the rooms are walk-through. But right now only 2 families are working 38th and 35th... 35th are the same eggs, and the beloved 31st is under lock and key until better times ehh
There is a noticeable revival on the face, there are 2 times more people... the dominance of the Germans was replaced by the dominance of the British and the Benelux... the contingent became noticeably younger, it became more pleasing to the eye and soul. In January, the VIP zone was completely orphaned... now it's crowded and most of them stopped by like an adult for a month. For the first time in my entire stay, 5 new umbrellas were solemnly stuck in anticipation of the British VIP perevip landing. The common beach also reached the 3rd line, and in January only the 1st was busy. In general, life scored, but the glory is not a key on the head... everything is quiet, decorously noble. The sea is still deserted and the chances of burying your head in someone else's tukhes, as it used to be, tend to zero.

The food is not to say pleased, but killed! The assortment increased indecently, every day new bullying... the state of constant overeating did not leave... morning hikes in the native Makadievka and punitive swimming saved. Every time after breakfast they threatened to miss lunch... they went as perjurers. Bedouin restik moved to Delilah. . . food - better shoot me! 2 times they rolled out in a food coma... they didn’t risk their lives anymore. Mr. Ayman (chef) brought from the international. competition already 7 medals, our CPM champion! The pizza struck my imagination... before there was nothing to look at - a thick cake with poor putty... and then the bartender asked him to bring it in trouble... as I saw the cake, an assortment of ingredients, as ordered in 3 tiers, as I sniffed... in general , they didn’t report... they reported another... more precisely, a third. With pleasure they drank white wine with ice, shamefully diluted with water 1:4, just so delicious....before lunch, a balm for a red-hot body, and for the soul an easy flight. They went to the canteen in an unmistakably delicious anticipation. . . the main thing was to escape in time. . . but in an unequal battle, writing won. But there is also a plus... upon arrival home, any food causes a feeling of deep hostility.
In the evenings it is unusually quiet and boring... something is stirring up in the amphitheater, but I am not a walker in this stuffy cellar. And on the street near Pergolla, all the sorrow of the Jewish people, muzlo everyone to sleep! Once I couldn’t stand it, I complained to the senior animators... the DJ immediately rushed in and arranged a normal disco... at first the kids went dancing, and then the people relaxed, pulled themselves up... finally came off... so ask and it will be given to you.
The staff, as always, delighted with increased attention, warmth, care, hugs and long conversations for life... however, such liberties are allowed only to top management, but all the bad guys are just like a selection... entirely positive, wise good-natured people with a wonderful sense of humor. Desires are foreseen, and any complaint-request is considered as a personal problem and is instantly resolved. And another remarkable distinguishing feature of the hotel is the complete absence of pestering and cheap jokes even from the lowest strata of the staff. This is that magical atmosphere, which is difficult to change and which you permanently miss. Big Human Thanks to EVERYONE!
Well, a fly in the ointment... flew out like a real thriller... in a day on the port website I was looking for our flight, but not this one! They were dumbfounded from the house - they were transferred from 11.30 to 23.59... in the evening the anex confirmed the time. A full day as a gift, the hotel extends the room for free, hooray! BUT they draw in Boryspil arrival at 6 am... then they should fly out at 2.30. Upship decided and drove the hotel car ahead of schedule to get through the mass checks. We arrive, it’s dark, not a soul, the security doesn’t let me inside... I took a ticket and went for death... and the car left in the meantime... finally emerges and kills - the terminal will be opened in 3 hours! We remain on the street, like victims... even the evening turned out to be fresh... there is no point in going back... half the time on the road, taxis will not be allowed into the territory, and there they still drink with suitcases....they remained in deep aphigenia to freeze on a metal bench. A dozen more “lucky ones” arrived... they got down jackets, made bed, life became better, life became more fun. But it became quite fun when I wanted to go to the toilet and the guard demanded a passport as a pledge in order to get inside... everyone went into denial and already tried not to laugh much. But the most "fun" was with a young kid... he came to work, they threw him as expected, sold the phone to buy a ticket (as it turned out later), did not take a printout due to inexperience. And here, as according to the law of wartime, there is no piece of paper - there is no person... entrance only with a ticket... insanity grew stronger. I took a picture of my passport, went through torture checks and began to rescue the kid... fortunately, a normal person was caught at registration... calls-graters-misunderstandings... an hour later they finally decided. The boy went gray-haired into a small shiver, tranquilizers soldered. Citizens vacationers, take care of tickets like the apple of your eye and forget that the world has long switched to virtual... the fight against terror is not something for you, but something for you. Demonstrative checks have passed... everyone is convincingly asked to believe that they are vakhh how carefully they observe... that's only half of the procedures you can't call otherwise than stupid and mocking... but the end apparently justifies the means.

Therefore, let me take my leave... thank you for your attention, who mastered it ; -)