It is difficult to call THIS a hotel, although my wife and I did not live above 4 stars in Egypt on a few trips to poor countries in order to save money. it is better to eat fruit or go on an excursion than to walk in a bathrobe and slippers provided by 4 and 5 * hotels. but, to each his own, although I will not forget how in Thailand the whole beach with drooping jaws watched the family crawl out onto the beach in 40-degree heat in poorly washed terry bathrobes with the hotel logo.
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It is difficult to call THIS a hotel, although my wife and I did not live above 4 stars in Egypt on a few trips to poor countries in order to save money. it is better to eat fruit or go on an excursion than to walk in a bathrobe and slippers provided by 4 and 5 * hotels. but, to each his own, although I will not forget how in Thailand the whole beach with drooping jaws watched the family crawl out onto the beach in 40-degree heat in poorly washed terry bathrobes with the hotel logo. Maman was wearing curlers and a shower cap. paid, so you have to wear. so we are picky. but rahi.... having paid an extra day on the recommendation of the tour operator, they expected to check in upon arrival, at 3 o'clock in the morning, not expecting the prescribed 1.00. but Buddhists greatly honor the Catholic St. Valentine, so the receptionist at the reception, who was sleeping on the floor behind the counter, somehow woke up and said that there were no rooms, a large influx of local lovers. the promised Russian-speaking guide of the meeting company was also probably very in love, and therefore sent a taxi driver who drove to the hotel, said ok and left. awakened by a call, this very Russian speaker did not know a single word in Russian and could not help in any way. By 8 o'clock we were seated. I thought that temporarily, so much the number resembled the change house of the builders of my youth. windows and a mirror, not washed from whitewash, walls painted in several stages with visible borders, when one master finished and started another with not always the same paint. it must be seen. a well-rested polyglot pulled himself up to dinner with a bottle of wine and the conviction that everything was ok and no problem. in general, my calm half, knowing only Russian, instantly promised a lot of problems, securing this with the return of wine. the sad guide left, sighing often. at his request, we were found by an acquaintance of his who had been to Moscow and spoke a little Russian. telling us how hard it is to work in Goa, he asked us not to call anywhere, to understand and forgive, which we did, after taking an oath from him before shiva that they would not throw us back with a transfer upon departure. The compensation was the same bottle and a free tour of Pananji. so in the future it was almost impossible to disappoint us with the hotel service. boiling water, and not an ounce of cold water in the morning. even in the toilet. vice versa in the evening. cleaned and changed linen only after a nervous conversation at the reception. animation, well-groomed territory, swimming pool, sports, breakfast buffet is in Turkey. somewhere on the 4th day you notice that everything is up to the mark. the dirt and poverty of the hotel, the streets, the neighboring houses, the annoying natives, the drunken cries of the Slavic brothers at night, the cows on the roads, the lack of sidewalks, the stench in the market. friends unanimously say that the photos from Goa are the most nondescript. but something is still pulling it. and the hotel is probably no better and no worse than others, the local influx is huge, everyone is happy with everything. the main thing is to decide why you are going to watch and take pictures of the dirt in the room or the sunsets and smiles of local kids.
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