Мой испорченный отпуск My ruined vacation

They met us wonderfully at the airport. Brought to the hotel. And the "fabulous life" began. Despite the fact that the receptionist gave money for a good room, the view from the window, let's say, was not very good. The room itself is quite decent except for the toilet, which you need to enter and, accordingly, exit by pressing against the wall and climbing behind the toilet. Otherwise, the door will not close or open.
View from the window 80% on the construction site 20% on the ocean. The fact that the ocean is still nothing, even pretty. But horror at the construction site. We had the second floor and the panorama was "charming". During the day, when looking out the window, one could often see how the workers, embarrassed by anyone, unbuttoned their pants and relieved a small need, sometimes even a big one. Of course, they turned away from their cabins. But the most interesting opened from our window. They tried to scream, took pictures with a flash, in order to somehow stop this disgrace, everything was completely useless.
The hotel simply does not have a territory. That is, it is there, but you can only stand on one leg there. The size of the pool is very small. Depth is one meter. With my height 1.8m. not even to the waist. In the place where the depth is 1.4 m. the apple has nowhere to fall.

Meals are all inclusive. There is simply nothing. For breakfast, cheese which can hardly be called cheese. Match the cheese and sausage. Fried large pieces of onion with pepper or cabbage. Boiled eggs. At best, an omelette (sometimes). Sour curd and yogurt, butter and bread. Here is a heap of bread, a huge assortment. So we ate bread and butter and tea. From drinks, water, orange zucco, pineapple zucco, tea bags, coffee from the machine. Outdoor lunch. Well, there's something else to eat. Distribution tables were washed from a nearby fountain. Dinner is about the same as lunch. Every day is the same with a rare change. The waiters are dressed in jackets that used to be white. And interestingly, the jackets hang on all the waiters. Even the most complete ones. Sewn to fit. The female waiters have dirty black vests. From the kitchen, cooks come out in clothes as if they are not cooks, but dishwashers in Soviet canteens. Appetite disappears immediately. Without 5-10 dirhams, no one will bring any drinks for lunch or dinner. We even made fun, put 10 dirhams on the table and the waiter grew up at the table as if from under the ground. You can't ask for tea for dinner. It's just not there, only in the bar. So we went to street cafes. Very decent establishments.
There is simply no animation in the hotel. And if there is, then all their work lies in the fact that they sit by the pool and smoke. No, once I saw how they invited people to play volleyball and some other game. That's really funny, they gathered people twice as long as the game itself lasted, and many did not even get the move.
The weather was “fabulous” for 14 days there were only two sunny days (((. The rest of the strong days are foggy. Visibility is 150 meters no more. the whole beach. We were told that in the mornings they are always a little overcast, but by 12 o'clock the sun comes out. But we were not lucky, the sun was not at one, or at two, or at three. At best, at 5 or at 6. But it's too late to sunbathe at this time, but it's a pleasure to swim there. The beach is made of soft sand. It's nice to walk on it with bare feet.
The ocean is just amazing!
We went on a boat trip, where we froze to the marrow of our bones. Visibility is also not so hot because of the same fog. Few wanted to swim in the current cold. We caught about 10 fish. Lunch was nothing. The team is friendly and fun. The weather, as always, made its own adjustments.
And one more plus. Trip to Marrakesh and Essaouira. Fantasy cities are also really dirty and resemble the Cherkizovsky market. All this has been erased. Only good memories of these cities remain. Maybe because the guide we had was just wonderful. He was silent the whole way. He told a lot of interesting things that you will not read in more than one guidebook. Thank you very much.
If you are going to relax in Morocco, I would recommend the same Essouvera or Cosablanca.