1 день в Океанікс 1 day in Oceanics

This hotel was only a day, but the impressions remained for a long time. We were supposed to go to a completely different place, but we were put on a bus at the airport and sent here. The first impression is good - clean, many people, a beautiful pool. The area is small. There is even one palm tree. The rooms are nice, tidy, freshly renovated. Although red-language traces of fomka have already appeared on the gate near the castle. After changing clothes and resting from the road, the child asks a classic question: "Dad, where is the sea? ». From the window the sea can be seen, it is even so beautiful in the distance, as in the paintings of novice artists from the Odessa Art School. Went. Start at 11 am. The sun is shining like a light bulb in Yanukovych's toilet. Heat. We go. In short, lowering literary metaphors and non-literary mothers, to the sea 1200-1300 m. And to the beach. . l a couple of hundred meters more.
Because the sea in Crete is the same bitch, harsh as the Greek men and only real Greeks can swim in it ignoring the deadly bites of sea urchins. The whole coastline is an accumulation of fireplace blocks that are impossible to walk on, even in special shoes. Even if you haven't smashed your feet against the stones, you're sure to slip and smack your ass straight at the needles of these fucking needle creatures. Even before reaching the beach, we return to the hotel. Heat, dust, no soul around. After walking in such heat for a kilometer we fall into the room on the bed. The room is better than on the street, but there is no distance from the air conditioner on the bedside table, you have to go to pay for it. After such a trip, it's too much.
We only had half board, so at lunch we have to go eat and feed the baby. Well, like, "Let's try now. " There are no cafes or restaurants around. In all, we didn't see a single person outside of Oceanics during the day.

It seems that this is the last refuge of human civilization. . la apocalypse and now gets drunk by the pool and yells Russian pop. The only place where life is a little hot is a cafe and a cult goods store near the beach. (You already know where the beach is. ) If you want a drink during the day, you can buy water at the bar (or drink from the pool), given that the price is 1 liter. ordinary water 2 euros (In stores in Heraklion, it costs 35-50 cents). There is a true way that the guests from St. Petersburg suggested to us. - You can rent a car and go to Hersonissos for shopping and lunch, it's only 5-8 km.
Maybe you like to just walk around the picturesque Cretan villages, immerse yourself, so to speak, in the atmosphere of simple rural life, socializing with friendly villagers and admiring the scenery, relaxing in the shade of an olive grove. I will say right away - this is not an option for you. The locals have long since deprived this cursed and God-forgotten hole.
As evidenced by closed hotels, cafes, houses. The whole area is fenced with netting, so you can walk only on dusty asphalt and not everywhere paths. Behind the net you will see the sad atmosphere of hard rural work - cities with zucchini and melons, olive groves and piles of garbage. However, in one place we saw a barn in which two huge red goats lived. The goats moaned plaintively and asked to be killed. In short, the depression is complete.
Due to the low price, the hotel itself is used by intricate travel agencies as a settling tank for gullible tourists. These are the ones who paid the full price of a good hotel, in a good place, and they are moved to this ass. Even during our 24-hour stay, we received two groups of people from Russia who, like us, were relocated here against their will. The poor people who had just arrived and were still under the influence of alcohol, prudently brought from the harsh North.
It's even scary to think what will happen to them when they find out. that in order to get drunk they will have to go for a cold beer for several kilometers. By the way, during the day we also did not find any tourists from Europe.
I don't even know who to recommend this hotel to. Misanthropes and hermits will be uncomfortable here because of the crowds of Russian tourists who came here to escape in full. Homeland with children? I can't even imagine why you can hate your own children so much. Retirees? But the pensioners were already on vacation in 1967 in the village of Zalizny Port, Skadovsk district, Kherson region, but let's go again - the impressions will be the same or even worse.

Lastly, for those who have already paid for everything - the staff is friendly and the food is just great.