Your rating of this hotel:
2.0
from 10
Hotel ratings by criteria:
Rooms:
4.0
Service:
3.0
Cleanliness:
2.0
Food:
1.0
Amenities:
4.0
I understand that many, having read the title or even the epigraph, to my review, will be wary and think several times whether they should read further. Believe me, friends, that the bias and peremptory nature of my resume for a vacation in this sump has only one goal: to protect potential potential clients to the maximum from making a decision that could permanently spoil their vacation experience in this branch of Al-Qaeda on the Red Sea.
It so happened that before that we rested in Egypt more than once and we were disastrously lucky with the choice of a hotel. And here I find myself thinking that it would not be correct to compare Stella Di Mare, Steigenberger and even the same Marriott with the four-star Hilton, if it were not for the statements of the staff of this hotel about their superiority and dominance in the global hotel market.
So basically.
I won’t describe the structure of the hotel itself, this is indicated in sufficient detail in previous reviews and I’ll start directly with the pluses (oddly enough, they are still there).
Of these, I would first of all single out the location. Soho Boulevard, Old Town and all infrastructure - everything is nearby and within walking distance. A trump place, as they say, without a bazaar)
The second, of course, is the sea, but even here it is not without reservations and nuances, which will be discussed in more detail below.
Third - proximity to the airport and a short transfer to the hotel.
About the pros, along the way, everything ...
Yes, upon arrival at 6 am, we found the reception desk half-filled with tourists, waiting in line for check-in. According to the rules of the advanced Hilton hotel, even if you arrived the night before, you, friends, are not supposed to have any breakfast ...And this was the first surprise, so to speak, right off the bat. In order not to waste time, we went straight to the pool to freshen up from the road and then we were just in for a shock! ...
The impression that we were mistakenly transferred to Beirut after the explosion in the port! Glasses, pieces of napkins and all sorts of rubbish (including, sorry for such details, used Tampax) slowly, in time with the breeze rolling in from the sea, circled the surface of the water ...The tiles by the pool were stained with spilled coffee, sticky stains of beer and cocktails and the rest dirt. Having read the horror in our eyes, some tourist who had been burned for more than a day, returning to his room early in the morning, kindly explained to us that these were daily traces of nightly gatherings of local guests, indigenous Egyptians who occupied this long-suffering hotel and finished off the remaining remnants of a reminder of their former status this brand.
We were settled on the second line, in a renovated room. In fact, in the renovated room:
1. The washbasin is broken around the entire perimeter, covered with cobwebs from a heavy object that fell into it.
2.
In the toilet tank, the trigger mechanism sticks, because of which, after draining, you still spend some time dancing with tambourines in order to pick it out to its original position.
3. Furniture, door slopes and the doors themselves, as investigators write during inspections of the scene, "with traces of multiple abrasions and mechanical deformations. "
4. The safe, however, is available and functioning.
5. Iron, hair dryer, as well as other obligatory and necessary accessories, are absent from the word "absolutely". Provided upon request not reception after the same dances with tambourines, calls to Allah and threats of eternal torment in hell,
The whole territory has preserved traces of the intention of a clever architect and landscape designer. It is maintained with the last of its strength by local personnel, despite the unprecedented efforts of Egyptian tourists to destroy it in the trash.
About nutrition: it's p...
I can't leave any other comments here.
If you need details - ask, but I warn you: with each such memory, you will injure the fragile psyche of an unfortunate tourist who has been forced to eat this monotonous, dull shit for ten days (miles of travel for my French).
It is really possible to swim in the sea from 6 am to 10 am and from 1 pm to 3 pm. The rest of the time, the beach and the pontoon are occupied by one hundred and fifty thousand families of local Arabs, who, due to some natural abilities of their national group, are not capable of peaceful coexistence with other tourists, simply covering any approaches to the edge of the pontoon and the entrance to the sea with their fat asses. No threats, exhortations, entreaties and requests have any effect on them. In short, this is just a passive collective jihhad for the survival of European tourists from the territory of this hotel))
And a separate paragraph for the hotel staff.
At first, it will seem to you, as well as to us, that against the backdrop of all this nightmare, the staff still stands out for its calmness and tolerance. But as it turned out later, they just don't give a fuck...That's right! They just don’t give a damn about you and all of us ...We already gathered as a group of Slavs and went with a petition to the main manager of the hotel with a request to give us a separate pool, purely for whites, the smallest, but so that there would not even be access to it for locals tourists. Well, the reaction, as you understand, is a complete ignore) The staff itself, almost in its entirety, does not speak either Russian or English (with the exception of two people at the main reception desk and, oddly enough, one animator with the original Arabic name Maradona). The rest of the employees are subject to some kind of mass psychosis with a polar personality disorder, believing that the wild dialect in which they speak is English ...
A nice guy Salekh, who speaks Ukrainian fluently, works at the reception desk of the second line. Nice, sweet, well-mannered guy. Only a boy who does not decide anything, is passive, afraid of everything and everyone. It’s nice to talk to him about nothing, but his problems and questions are definitely not for him (so that you understand, he spent the whole day on the eve of departure solving the issue of packing for luggage; in the end we left without packing, but with very pleasant impressions of communication with a cute boy.
Friends, the main thing I want to convey to you is not that this hotel has certain shortcomings that can ruin your vacation. The main thing you should know is that no one, under any circumstances, will help you in solving your problems, and with them you will choke from the first day to the last to the eyeballs!
And two representatives of local sexual minorities and part-time guides of the tour operator Aneks tour deserve special mention, who will simply stun you with their arrogance, contempt and rudeness, even if you, due to your stupidity or inexperience, had the misfortune to buy some excursion from them in three ways. Later I learned that, knowing their impunity, they do not hesitate to openly even threaten tourists not to arrange their return flight if they do not purchase at least one excursion or tour from them. And there is no control over these ghouls, because Anex, like other tour operators, has an acute shortage of guides with fluency in English and Russian. And you should have seen how these guys use their status as inviolable lawless people!
In short, I will round off along the way.
The only thing I want to assure you, dear friends, is that in everything stated above, there is not a word of fiction and exaggeration. I tried to be as objective as possible in my assessment of this hotel. But I would like to end where I started:
FORGET TO THINK ABOUT THIS SCRAP!
Take care of yourself and your loved ones!
It so happened that before that we rested in Egypt more than once and we were disastrously lucky with the choice of a hotel. And here I find myself thinking that it would not be correct to compare Stella Di Mare, Steigenberger and even the same Marriott with the four-star Hilton, if it were not for the statements of the staff of this hotel about their superiority and dominance in the global hotel market.
So basically.
I won’t describe the structure of the hotel itself, this is indicated in sufficient detail in previous reviews and I’ll start directly with the pluses (oddly enough, they are still there).
Of these, I would first of all single out the location. Soho Boulevard, Old Town and all infrastructure - everything is nearby and within walking distance. A trump place, as they say, without a bazaar)
The second, of course, is the sea, but even here it is not without reservations and nuances, which will be discussed in more detail below.
Third - proximity to the airport and a short transfer to the hotel.
About the pros, along the way, everything ...
Yes, upon arrival at 6 am, we found the reception desk half-filled with tourists, waiting in line for check-in. According to the rules of the advanced Hilton hotel, even if you arrived the night before, you, friends, are not supposed to have any breakfast ...And this was the first surprise, so to speak, right off the bat. In order not to waste time, we went straight to the pool to freshen up from the road and then we were just in for a shock! ...
The impression that we were mistakenly transferred to Beirut after the explosion in the port! Glasses, pieces of napkins and all sorts of rubbish (including, sorry for such details, used Tampax) slowly, in time with the breeze rolling in from the sea, circled the surface of the water ...The tiles by the pool were stained with spilled coffee, sticky stains of beer and cocktails and the rest dirt. Having read the horror in our eyes, some tourist who had been burned for more than a day, returning to his room early in the morning, kindly explained to us that these were daily traces of nightly gatherings of local guests, indigenous Egyptians who occupied this long-suffering hotel and finished off the remaining remnants of a reminder of their former status this brand.
We were settled on the second line, in a renovated room. In fact, in the renovated room:
1. The washbasin is broken around the entire perimeter, covered with cobwebs from a heavy object that fell into it.
2.
In the toilet tank, the trigger mechanism sticks, because of which, after draining, you still spend some time dancing with tambourines in order to pick it out to its original position.
3. Furniture, door slopes and the doors themselves, as investigators write during inspections of the scene, "with traces of multiple abrasions and mechanical deformations. "
4. The safe, however, is available and functioning.
5. Iron, hair dryer, as well as other obligatory and necessary accessories, are absent from the word "absolutely". Provided upon request not reception after the same dances with tambourines, calls to Allah and threats of eternal torment in hell,
The whole territory has preserved traces of the intention of a clever architect and landscape designer. It is maintained with the last of its strength by local personnel, despite the unprecedented efforts of Egyptian tourists to destroy it in the trash.
About nutrition: it's p...
I can't leave any other comments here.
If you need details - ask, but I warn you: with each such memory, you will injure the fragile psyche of an unfortunate tourist who has been forced to eat this monotonous, dull shit for ten days (miles of travel for my French).
It is really possible to swim in the sea from 6 am to 10 am and from 1 pm to 3 pm. The rest of the time, the beach and the pontoon are occupied by one hundred and fifty thousand families of local Arabs, who, due to some natural abilities of their national group, are not capable of peaceful coexistence with other tourists, simply covering any approaches to the edge of the pontoon and the entrance to the sea with their fat asses. No threats, exhortations, entreaties and requests have any effect on them. In short, this is just a passive collective jihhad for the survival of European tourists from the territory of this hotel))
And a separate paragraph for the hotel staff.
At first, it will seem to you, as well as to us, that against the backdrop of all this nightmare, the staff still stands out for its calmness and tolerance. But as it turned out later, they just don't give a fuck...That's right! They just don’t give a damn about you and all of us ...We already gathered as a group of Slavs and went with a petition to the main manager of the hotel with a request to give us a separate pool, purely for whites, the smallest, but so that there would not even be access to it for locals tourists. Well, the reaction, as you understand, is a complete ignore) The staff itself, almost in its entirety, does not speak either Russian or English (with the exception of two people at the main reception desk and, oddly enough, one animator with the original Arabic name Maradona). The rest of the employees are subject to some kind of mass psychosis with a polar personality disorder, believing that the wild dialect in which they speak is English ...
A nice guy Salekh, who speaks Ukrainian fluently, works at the reception desk of the second line. Nice, sweet, well-mannered guy. Only a boy who does not decide anything, is passive, afraid of everything and everyone. It’s nice to talk to him about nothing, but his problems and questions are definitely not for him (so that you understand, he spent the whole day on the eve of departure solving the issue of packing for luggage; in the end we left without packing, but with very pleasant impressions of communication with a cute boy.
Friends, the main thing I want to convey to you is not that this hotel has certain shortcomings that can ruin your vacation. The main thing you should know is that no one, under any circumstances, will help you in solving your problems, and with them you will choke from the first day to the last to the eyeballs!
And two representatives of local sexual minorities and part-time guides of the tour operator Aneks tour deserve special mention, who will simply stun you with their arrogance, contempt and rudeness, even if you, due to your stupidity or inexperience, had the misfortune to buy some excursion from them in three ways. Later I learned that, knowing their impunity, they do not hesitate to openly even threaten tourists not to arrange their return flight if they do not purchase at least one excursion or tour from them. And there is no control over these ghouls, because Anex, like other tour operators, has an acute shortage of guides with fluency in English and Russian. And you should have seen how these guys use their status as inviolable lawless people!
In short, I will round off along the way.
The only thing I want to assure you, dear friends, is that in everything stated above, there is not a word of fiction and exaggeration. I tried to be as objective as possible in my assessment of this hotel. But I would like to end where I started:
FORGET TO THINK ABOUT THIS SCRAP!
Take care of yourself and your loved ones!
Translated automatically from Russian. View original
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