Крит, Atlantica Sensatori Resort июль 2009 Crete, Atlantica Sensatori Resort July 2009

It all started with the fact that summer came and dad called me into the office. They said - "Yasha, be healthy and I have two news. Firstly, you are an adult boy, it's hard for me to put you on your knees, you fall off them. And also, now it has become such a fashion that there would be a crisis and sick pigs. We need to decide so as not to burn out? I bowed to my father and said respectfully. - "Daddy, have I ever argued with you. I can also sit in the Rover, which is your gift. The rest is unpleasant, but I'm above that. Allow me to take my leave, I have a fresh lady on Skype... ". But dad said - "Sha, Yasha! Put on boots! " Yasha is an obedient son, and in half an hour we were at Pokrovka, in the office of Natalie Tour. And a week later, instead of Ibiza, familiar to swollen glands, I timidly touched the incognito island of Crete with kagbe boats. I was picked up by the elbows by caring guides and placed inside the Atlantica Sensatori Resort chosen for me. I settled in and began to get used to the landscape. I immediately noted that the hotel is clearly a new building, typically Mediterranean architecture with a drop of Phuket. Without pathos and ghosts, but with a claim to a native home. The territory and the hotel itself are spacious and detached, the industry does not overhang and transport does not throw fire. Obviously not Italy, where there is an anthill on every centimeter. And unlike the Turkish five stars, where in the first year of work, sometimes the tile crunches under the foot, then the toilet bowl under the seat, everything funicycles and pleases with freshness. It's nice that in conditions of increased solar activity, most of the hotel's territory is occupied by pools with sea water. There is enough water surface for each organism and there is no danger that a drunk Brit or Deutsch will jump from the side onto your head. They settled me on the first floor, in a room with a personal access to the water, then my dad gave way, and so, the savings with Ibiza came out five times. It is very invigorating when in the morning, I opened my eyes with a Budweiser and immediately swam. By the way, the sea also pleased, without nasty creatures with goads and needles, it remained transparent even with the waves rising a couple of times. The sand is clean, a sunbed is not required, because they remove the dirt, and do not bury it, I saw it myself. The important part is food. An organism spoiled by an academic buffet, in principle, digests any organic matter, even in the absence of ketchup. Another thing is that having tried in their habitats - Sicilian, Armenian and Thai cuisines, where mussels, tomatoes, greens, chicken, sheep, toka-toka lobsters, as from the place of growth, the body acquired the ability to determine the freshness and naturalness of the product. Therefore, without going into the topic of true moussaka, I declare that they fed variously, without stinging and with knowledge of the matter, the chef and his sous-chef got pizza from nearby gardens, farms and waves, using freezers only for ice and ice cream. The main thing. I'm not a big fan of strong drinks, except perhaps a couple of Jagermeisters in a pouch to strengthen the position of the porter, but I put five raki. Thanks to the guides for keeping their eyes open for this. The liter was taken with him. The local red is also valid, I quietly switched to it and the beer did not disturb me until the flight.
Briefly, what I remember: a Greek evening with dancing, a trip to the wine cellars with an inspection (twice), Knossos and his Parisian woman, the Status Club counter in Hersonissos burning with sambuka, an almost finished dissertation was discovered upon return, that after returning there was no need to rest, but it was different. . .
In short, this place is intended for romantic couples, holidays with children and honored workers, you will be here beautiful, cozy, tasty and healthy. Dudes and dudes, before the change of status, are clearly not here.