Было очень страшно It was very scary

Hello. Arrived in El Bousten on 30.06. 2012 around 22:00 Tunisian time due to a delay in baggage claim at the airport. We were met by Carthage (Biblio-Globus). At the hotel reception, the guide, who did not speak only French and Arabic, explained as well as he could that there were NO CLEANED ROOMS and offered to take a walk for a couple of hours. Without water, without dinner, without strength in 40 degrees of heat, with only one thought - to take a shower and sleep, I went for a night walk around the hotel. The Arabs played the wedding, beat the drums, made a lot of noise. I returned to the reception and "gave a bribe" (a bottle of vodka and real Tula gingerbread in a beautiful package) in the hope of getting a room quickly. For your information check out at 12 o'clock room cleaning until 14 o'clock, it was 23.30! I immediately found the key to room 472, an Arab ran up, grabbed my suitcase, I prepared 1 dollar for luggage delivery. After hopping after the Arab for about half a kilometer, I gave him a dollar, he pointed to the door and disappeared into the night. There was no terrace, no balcony, not even a step-sill. Barrack type cowshed and my door in the middle. Trying not to step with her sandals on herds of red ants, she went inside. You can’t call it a number - there was no hallway, no bathroom. Three by three square meters, in the middle there are two beds without bedspreads, two homemade bedside tables, one table. Everything. Nothing more. Very low ceiling and unbearable heat literally put pressure on the brain. There was no way to close the door - there was a key, there was no lock, no bolt, no hook. And I'm all alone. There was not even a stool to hold down the door at night. I was afraid of only one thing - what if I forgot the way to the reception?? ? And she jumped out of the room like a bullet and ran alone along the night paths of the park. She ran, threw the key and firmly said "NO", immediately moved two chairs and lay down on them, clutching the suitcase with one hand and the other in her purse. So I lay for two hours. There was smoke and noise all around. I wake up = the second hour of the night. A crowd of people and a tiny guide of the Biblio-Globus, who claims that she cannot be responsible for the fact that our ideas from pictures on the Internet may sometimes not coincide with reality. At two in the morning, 27 people checked into the SAFA Hotel in South Hammamet. I have no complaints about this hotel.