я в шоке((( I'm shocked(((

On 23.01 our plane landed at Domodedovo. To be honest, my heart does not stop at the sight of my native open spaces. But this time, unloading my body warmed by the Egyptian sun, despite the 18-degree frost, I wanted to kiss my native land.
My husband and I flew to rest on 12.01. Since I am a novice tourist, eager for vivid impressions, unique local color and exotic (the more exotic, the better) flora and fauna, then through highly intellectual arguments (like, it’s cheaper there) and simple female whining , extorted from her husband the direction I so desired - Sharm el sheik.
In terms of choosing a hotel, it didn’t really matter to me, as long as the fish, corals and the sea were all in direct access. After consulting with a tour agent (a special "thank you" to her), we opted for Sun Rise Island View and tour operator Anex tour.

My delight knew no bounds, even despite the sacred horror of a person who does not understand the principles of operation of aircraft before flights. At the airport in Sharma, armed with the knowledge of an economical tourist, we courageously refused to pay $15 for a visa and pointedly bleated the "Sinnai Stamp". The smile of a representative of a hospitable country immediately faded like the sun before a storm, and then we were left to our own devices in the laborious task of filling out documents containing extremely difficult to understand English words.
Upon arrival at the hotel, the husband frowned and began to look around suspiciously. He is my experienced tourist, and in Egypt it’s like that in general … the tenth time and what a 5-ka hotel is has a very definite idea . . but for me it’s so modest, but nice.
Meanwhile, we arrived at 5 in the morning, and settled us closer to 12, and we, joyfully ringing bags from Duty free, trotted to the room, accompanied by a smiling gentleman of Egyptian appearance. In the room it turned out that despite the fact that we are legal spouses, we have a separate bed with a chaste bedside table in the middle. Pointing out an unfortunate oversight, we gave the accompanying person a couple of dollars as an incentive for mutual understanding. But having given us a radiant smile, our hope for a common bed was dissolved in the expanses of Africa. So my husband and I went the whole vacation to visit each other. Romance! Only in the morning, together on a single bed, the body was pretty numb and periodically someone's limb fell to the floor. The funny thing is that the girls from our race, on the contrary, were forced to spend bed leisure in each other's close company.
The territory of the hotel personally pleased me: disheveled palm trees and flowering bushes of some kind of bindweed pleased the eye after cloudy-gray Russia, blue pools beckoned with deceptive highlights. Unfortunately, only one of the four turned out to be warm, the rest could only be used as a sobering-up station. But the sea struck both me and my husband, in the heat of the moment we bought 2 masks and dangled buoys in the sea for a long time, sticking out the loin parts. The reef was amazing, even though it was clearly dying. But, unfortunately, I cannot rank the reef among the achievements of the hotel, the gifts of nature and, as always, the person parasitizing on them. By the way, after the shark attack a year ago, travel agencies promise a net-protected water area and boats patrolling the coastal zone every 10 minutes. In these circumstances, the sonorous name of our bay, Shark Bay, was all the more alarming.

From protection against sea predators in SunRise there was only a garland of buoys, stretched 4-5 meters from the pantone and a man with a whistle. ))) From the sea, our reef must have looked like an elaborate shark smorgasbord. But how beads from foam buoys will prevent a powerful fish from feasting on my fillet, I still don’t understand ... and a man with a whistle will whistle a shark until he loses his appetite ? ? ? The patrol boat, like a unicorn, was an exclusively mythical creature, it seems to exist, but no one saw it ...
As for the beach, the place is quite cozy and almost protected from the wind, and everything could be just fine, but as is customary, all tourists from the 2nd and 3rd line stretch to the sea for a prone. Therefore, for a place under the sun, the battles were fierce. I had to, yawning at full speed, drag myself to the beach at 8 in the morning to take a sunbed and courageously defend the occupied point until lunch.
Another interesting fact spoiled our blood: at a meeting with representatives of the anex tour, we were delicately warned that the staff trades in the theft of towels, the fine for the loss of which is very immodest - 20 dollars. That is, they do not try to fight this immoral phenomenon as such, but repentantly wave their manes and admit: Yes, they are sinful! Be careful tourist! So she clearly risked earning a divergent squint, trying to keep track of all the sunbeds, towels and personal items at once.
If we talk about the rooms, then the hotel, apparently, is going through far from the best of times, since, apart from a full-wall window, there is nothing special to boast of. The closet, designed for clothes and in theory having 2 positions: open and closed, in our case, crippled by rheumatism, froze in an eternally half-open position. So things lived in bags and on the back of a chair. The slippers and bathrobes I imagined in my dreams showed a complete absence of presence.

but there were already 5 towels, only the change of their staff indulged infrequently. The bathroom was fraught with many dangers. The capricious faucet spewed out whole waterfalls of cold water, but as soon as it came to hot it murmured shyly. At the same time, the change in water temperature did not particularly depend on which tap you turn. A couple of times my trusting curly head was doused with boiling water, and once I had to wait for global warming in the form of a foam man. The shower cabin was distinguished by its unique design and complete intractability. To close or open required a truly Olympian effort and a certain courage, because it was clearly not worth relying on the fact that after the washing procedure you would definitely be able to get out. In addition, for pet lovers, the SunRise Hotel provides excellent opportunities to diversify your life.
A cricket settled in our room and in the evenings brought out sentimental roulades, and someone skillfully and patternedly chewed on my husband's socks. The neighbors were less fortunate, they had an ant trail through the room. The ants were large, stern and hairy, so the guys did not dare to argue with them or violate their traffic rules.
But the food left a truly unforgettable impression on me. The first day, like a mad bee, I rushed around the expanses of the buffet and picked up all sorts of things on a plate. The still life turned out to be visually quite good, but after the first piece of “stuff” I was slightly skewed, further tasting also failed miserably. In my strange belief, fruits and seafood should have been abundant on the table at the resort.
But, apparently, the fishermen extracted whole networks of pale, fluttering, tasteless sausages from the Red Sea, and only green beans grew in Egyptian soil. The cow, which was unfortunate enough to get into our menu, was clearly a long-liver and died at an exceptionally honorable age. A chicken was considered a delicacy, which was cut into transparent slices by a stern cook. 2 plates per nose. And if I brazenly asked for a piece, I was honored with a sizzling look and a third, very tiny piece was literally thrown onto a plate. Okay, I, but what about healthy men with a normal appetite for young locusts ? ? My husband lost 4 kilograms. ((And yet, all this did not spoil our mood at all, the very thought that we were on vacation warmed like nothing else. But the rudeness of the staff for me personally closed Egypt as a resort.

Starting with the bartenders, who literally had to be persuaded to pour a few servings of alcohol. And far more than once I heard muffled, impartial remarks directed at the retreating back of a tourist. And ending with representatives of the reception and anex tour. On the second day, we had a conflict with the bar (just about cocktails), which gradually spilled over into the reception area. In the heat of a heated argument, a small bald administrator periodically shouted something like: Woman, shut your mouth! , despite the fact that we are clearly representatives of a different culture and their attitude towards women clearly does not concern us. , and then I didn’t come up with anything better than to grab our girl by the face and push (((. The bloody revenge of an angry husband was avoided with a great labor, while we were constantly threatened by the local police. Question: why us?? ?
On the day of departure, a particularly gifted Arab forgot to warn us about the additional payment for lunch and did not consider it necessary to fix the fact that we handed over the cards for towels and by the time the bus arrived we were billed for $ 70 ! ! ! Since we, it seems, did not plan to get into trouble, the money had already been safely attached and it was not possible to satisfy the bloodthirsty administrator! The representative of anex Sabir has already lost all interest in us and offered to deal with it ourselves. If we don't pay, they take us off the bus and hello! )) write letters in small underline! It is good that the Muscovites stepped into our hopeless situation and borrowed the amount demanded by the tyrants. After all these passions, I was sitting on the bus in a light trance when the animator Christina came to say goodbye to us.
The representative of our beloved anex with the hard-to-remember name Nubim (a meter with a cap in a jump, the floor in my girth)) will grab Christina by the hair and dragged her around the bus with kicks. Sweet, don't say anything. The women howled, the men jumped up, the guards came running. All the way, Nubim boorishly offered any of the indignant men to go out and sort things out. This is Egypt, guys, the policy will arrive and you won’t get on the flight! And finally, bending down for a bag, I saw our kind representative Nubim poking me a fuck! ! ! through the window of a departing bus! A worthy end to a worthy holiday! I have only 2 questions left: why do people living in a country whose main income is the tourism business allow themselves to treat us like this? ? ? After all, the main flow of tourists, whatever one may say, comes from Russia and Ukraine. Nevertheless, the British, Germans and French are desirable and respected for them, and we are just pigs and cash cattle.
And second: how long will we continue mass holiday emigration to Egypt? Prices bite there, the population is rude ... Why do we deprive Thailand and India, countries where people want and know how to earn money, while there is no doubt about their hospitality...