Повторились и вот оно чё... Repeated and here it is...

So, after 3 months they made a double. It started for health... they were honorably met and given a chic suite 1230 with a ceiling of 3 floors and an area of ​ ​ u200bu200bogogoo... although they only counted on an updated standard. Either the gifts worked, or the compensation for the theft, which was voiced in the previous review... or some other "or", but settled like a king. Bungalows of 3 rooms each are located in a separate fenced area on the first line from the dive center. Beautifully decorated comfortable room, a terrace with a lawn, a wonderful view of the sea, a pleasant audience.
The hotel is filled by 75%. . . 750 people, including only 80 children. . . of which 60% of the CIS (mostly Ukraine), 30% Italians, the rest of Europe, India and a few Arabs. Compared to winter, there are 2 times more guests. The beach is not so languid anymore... the pools are empty, everyone moved closer to the airflow... but the places "under the sun" are quite accessible....according to old friendship, they organized the first line in their favorite area in front of the snack bar. On the beach, all the old sunbeds were replaced with plastic ones with mattresses.
The season is in full swing. . . the service is limping on both left. . . here at least multiply on the go, but you can't keep up with the insatiable audience. Floors with leftovers grow faster than the speed of movement of the waiters. The assortment has become very scarce and has lost its former attractiveness... the food is dull, monotonous and insipid... soups have fallen to the level of inedible, there are almost no good dishes left, even the legendary Yeghitsky chicken managed to be transferred to the category "eat in silence". If last time they didn’t know how to stop, then right now they were digging where to start... then they disdained lasagna, now they meditated on it... they saved side dishes and vegetables... it used to be that they just went to an Italian restik for baked potatoes with salads. . . and only olive oil there. . . shame! If at first it was simply inedible, then on June 1 they turned on the economy mode and the meat and fish decreased sharply... perhaps, I have never seen worse food... a terrible contrast with winter banquets. But they pleased me with watermelons... every evening, and sometimes even during the day in permanent cuts, selected specimens... often dined only on watermelons... peaches are quite, but they will stand until tomorrow even better... apples are good, oddly enough... bananas, citrus standard. The sweet table is all the sorrow of the Jewish people... only croissants pleased... and even then not always. The yogurt has gone bad. It’s tense in places in the heat... there aren’t even masochists on the street, so the inside is packed. Delicious ice cream on the beach and pancakes are baked after three. . . one on top of the other and voila French dessert. A good white wine of degrees sam-wosem. . . with ice for the soul in the heat. On the beach, a snack from 12.00 to 17.00... many refuel without leaving the ticket office. Semi-edible deep-fried pangasius, squid nikakushie, french fries, pasta, vegetables, pure dough pizza... in general, writing for hopelessness. The beach bartenders were delighted... the guys work hard on the verge of a foul.

It was disappointing in addition to food... the clock was not translated this year, they bit off a decent piece of the day... at the busiest time, breakfast is just starting... at 17.00 there is already a shadow on the beach, at seven twilight. He upset the pontoon... the sea is worried, the pontoon is swaying, people are swirling and beating against the side, there are no rescuers. The water is muddy, sometimes with a vile foam... fish raids, sometimes finally are not. Fedor sailed only a couple of times... for the uninitiated - the local fish-stone is unusually sweet and already tame... swims up at the snap of his fingers with a smack, well, just like a puppy... blazes with convex eyes and broadly slaps his lips in anticipation of feeding... hilarious to tears. Somehow a three-meter stingray drifted straight to the shore... you see, the poor man sailed to breathe... this magic carpet circled in shallow water for a long time. But the sea did not inspire... there is an abyss between winter beauty and summer leaven. The Italians also had seizures... it seems that they took away their hearing aid, and put a corkscrew in their ass... in winter there were many more of them, but silence in the house... right now, earplugs will not save you on the beach, and the Italian restaurant has turned into a club of screaming infidels . The electricity is turned off for 2-3 hours after dinner - at the reception and in the gym until six gas chambers (everything works in the rooms). With water, a real ambush... half a liter in hand and only in the lobby... in winter they carried boxes to the room, right now they beat them out piece by piece... you don’t run into coolers in such hell... ohh and they made us nervous. But the lack of juices and a hard limit of water is a "trick" of the hotel.
I was pleased with a little... I already boasted of the number. The phenomenal gratuitous wi-fi struck the imagination, even on the beach face time flies. The British company Sun Connect renovated the bars and installed power stations....for the first time in egi I encounter such quality of the Internet....but in winter it was just bad. The hotel staff began to run faster and even react... the management changed, the staff was almost completely updated. The territory is being actively ennobled (it would be better if new toilets were built) The flies became languid and lazy in the heat... rare individuals take off with difficulty and do not stick... but the sparrows have become more active... leaving the table on the street, cover the food with a napkin.
Summary... the conveyor cuts into the season and the quality is killed by the quantity... in the budget Diamond, this is especially noticeable. We will no longer go into the heat... but in late autumn-winter, if the price pleases, we will return to a pleasant environment for delicious grub. The hotel is well protected from the wind. . . in winter this is a fat bonus, in the scorching heat it is a cruel test.... a walk around the territory at +40 can be compared with a warm-up in the sauna. And all the time I want something sweet... cold beer (c)
All the right choice, good rest and a pleasant aftertaste!