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Rooms:
5.0
Service:
2.0
Cleanliness:
3.0
Food:
3.0
Amenities:
5.0
The operator from the Ukrainian side of Join Up - nothing to say, from the Tunisian side of Leptistour - sadness, sadness, the guides are unprofessional or rude. Airline Aviatrans - very, very economical. A sandwich with instant coffee, everything is very rumpled and poor, planes without branding. A trip for two for 7 nights / 7 days cost 1500u. e.
The hotel, of course, is not unique. It seems to be beautiful, two adult pools, one with slides, a third indoor pool (but empty), two children's pools, a mini club, some kind of animation there, such as golf (without clubs) and tennis (without rackets). We had a good room, overlooking the pool with slides, so we didn’t hear the disco until 12 at night, it goes around the pool without slides.
But either a pile of rubbish, or gobies with chewing gum in a palm tree, or the sink will become clogged, or the air conditioner will fail, and after two requests, no one came (+40, for a minute), someone's underpants hung all week outside the window on a palm tree.
An unpleasant boorish woman works at the reception, she speaks in official phrases, but there is hatred in every word. "No rooms. Yes, madam, I'm sorry, madam, that you arrived early in the morning and your one-and-a-half-year-old child has not been sleeping since 3 a. m. , but we have a check-in at one in the afternoon. There are no rooms. " Then he turns away and ignores all attempts to attract attention . And when my one-and-a-half-year-old child began to throw stones into the pool, smash the hotel and turn on the siren from fatigue, the room was immediately found. In a second! She almost jumped out of the counter with the key!
It is not possible to eat at the hotel after 21:00. Near the hotel too. We walked around the city, could not sit in the restaurant with the child and returned to the hotel. Dinner was already over, I asked where can we eat? It seems like there are 2 more a la carte restaurants (not working). Promised sandwiches at the bar. There were no sandwiches at the bar, they promised after 10 pm, but after insistent clarifications they admitted that they would not be.
There are only terrible eateries in the area. I had to buy chips across the street and eat them with beer.
The hotel is beautiful, but as if without an owner, some kind of restless.
The first time I was in an all inclusive, where there was nothing to eat. Standard lunch and dinner menu: one rubber cheese, one terrible sausage, one super-salted feta cheese, old beef, dry chicken, salted fish, stale salads from what was not eaten yesterday, rice and pasta, 1-2 soups. There are queues for pasta and potatoes, because they can somehow be eaten. Everything is surprisingly tasteless. Of the fruits, only watermelons and melons. I especially want to mention sweets. All oriental hotels have very tasty sweets and the end of the figure. But here these are three types of dry biscuits: white, dark and marble, a roll for 3 kopecks, a couple of empty puffs and one empty croissant. For several days in a row there was a kind of Napoleon from semolina and dry cakes. Queues everywhere.
Several times I ate with my hands, because there were no forks. Wine usually causes heartburn, beer is diluted. There is no alcohol on the beach, only powdered "juices" and local cola sprite. In general, if you are on a diet and are afraid not to restrain yourself - you are here. The main thing is not to eat, otherwise gastritis. Needless to say, we had nothing to feed the child. Supermarkets are open until 5 pm, and the assortment is there, as in a rural grocery store. No baby food was found. We found only milk, and even then not everywhere. Although in Ramadan they found beer almost from under the floor in the supermarket. We stood, touched non-alcoholic beer in the hall and sighed when the saleswoman noticed this and sent us to an internal closed room with alcohol.
The beach is small, there were no sunbeds at 8 in the morning. All week they sat with the child by the sea on the sand, and horses, camels and merchants walked on their feet. Horses and camels poop and their poop is everywhere. It is difficult to explain to a child that this is not sweets or plasticine.
Perhaps there are shits and merchants nearby, the smell evokes. The road to the beach is quite long, about 15 minutes walk along the fence on both sides and mountains of garbage, technical rooms of other hotels with unpleasant odors and noises. The train does not go to the beach regularly, so we usually went on foot, and the train was not always met.
The hotel is mostly French, some Germans, many Russians and Slavs, including Croatia, Poland, Slovenia. They don’t speak English very well, we managed with hands and pictures and the school course of the French husband.
They called to fix the air conditioner twice - OK, but they didn’t fix it, we ended up doing it ourselves. The sink is clogged - OK, but they didn’t pierce it, they pierced it themselves. They took a dollar from the bedside table, but they didn’t lay out swans and petals, they probably don’t know how. Wi-fi at the reception catches a radius of + -3 meters, and then with varying degrees of success. If all the chairs at the reception are occupied, then the Internet is working, if it's empty, then it's not there again.
My mobile connection from Kyivstar did not connect to any local operator, although in other countries one of the cards always caught stably.
Climate. I can hardly stand the heat, but here it is +40 and the truth is easily tolerated. A breeze from the sea and sometimes it even seems cool. But from 12 to 15 of course it was hot and it is better to sit in the shade in the pool or in the room. And here the hotel is good because it is a garden, and any sun lounger can be dragged into the shade of a palm or olive tree. However, the sun loungers near the pool, again, are always busy.
We arrived in Ramadan, there was only alcohol in the hotel, the discos were all closed, the tourist area of Yasmine was completely dead and empty, during the evening prayer the city was empty. All neighboring beaches of the hotels were completely empty.
The country is dirty, very dirty and poor. No one cleans up the mountains of garbage along the roads, although the same road to the beach could be cleaned up for the sake of their guests.
The beaches are clean not because they are cleaned, the cleaners just bury the garbage in the sand with a rake. I heard about Tunisia that they are civilized, a former French colony, do not stick on the streets and are safe. But the guide on the bus first of all told about a woman with a child who went to the pharmacy, and the chain was torn from her neck. We walked with a stroller and it was a little dumb, the locals are rather gloomy. Traders are clingy and say after sexual hints, although I'm not a tall blue-eyed blonde with micro-shorts and one, but an ordinary aunt and a child and a husband. They may have been decent before the Jasmine Revolution, but now they are worse than Egypt and Turkey.
We forgot my husband's phone in the room. They wrote and asked to be transferred to Kyiv with someone. No answer. The phone is an old smartphone, it’s not really a pity, the card was immediately made new, but the service seems to be on top.
In general, the country at one time. Went, put a cross and the second time will not pull.
We rested just fine, the sea, the sun, walks and good mood, no one canceled.
But if you find fault with the hotel and demand normal conditions for your money - then here it is.
The hotel, of course, is not unique. It seems to be beautiful, two adult pools, one with slides, a third indoor pool (but empty), two children's pools, a mini club, some kind of animation there, such as golf (without clubs) and tennis (without rackets). We had a good room, overlooking the pool with slides, so we didn’t hear the disco until 12 at night, it goes around the pool without slides.
But either a pile of rubbish, or gobies with chewing gum in a palm tree, or the sink will become clogged, or the air conditioner will fail, and after two requests, no one came (+40, for a minute), someone's underpants hung all week outside the window on a palm tree.
An unpleasant boorish woman works at the reception, she speaks in official phrases, but there is hatred in every word. "No rooms. Yes, madam, I'm sorry, madam, that you arrived early in the morning and your one-and-a-half-year-old child has not been sleeping since 3 a. m. , but we have a check-in at one in the afternoon. There are no rooms. " Then he turns away and ignores all attempts to attract attention . And when my one-and-a-half-year-old child began to throw stones into the pool, smash the hotel and turn on the siren from fatigue, the room was immediately found. In a second! She almost jumped out of the counter with the key!
It is not possible to eat at the hotel after 21:00. Near the hotel too. We walked around the city, could not sit in the restaurant with the child and returned to the hotel. Dinner was already over, I asked where can we eat? It seems like there are 2 more a la carte restaurants (not working). Promised sandwiches at the bar. There were no sandwiches at the bar, they promised after 10 pm, but after insistent clarifications they admitted that they would not be.
There are only terrible eateries in the area. I had to buy chips across the street and eat them with beer.
The hotel is beautiful, but as if without an owner, some kind of restless.
The first time I was in an all inclusive, where there was nothing to eat. Standard lunch and dinner menu: one rubber cheese, one terrible sausage, one super-salted feta cheese, old beef, dry chicken, salted fish, stale salads from what was not eaten yesterday, rice and pasta, 1-2 soups. There are queues for pasta and potatoes, because they can somehow be eaten. Everything is surprisingly tasteless. Of the fruits, only watermelons and melons. I especially want to mention sweets. All oriental hotels have very tasty sweets and the end of the figure. But here these are three types of dry biscuits: white, dark and marble, a roll for 3 kopecks, a couple of empty puffs and one empty croissant. For several days in a row there was a kind of Napoleon from semolina and dry cakes. Queues everywhere.
Several times I ate with my hands, because there were no forks. Wine usually causes heartburn, beer is diluted. There is no alcohol on the beach, only powdered "juices" and local cola sprite. In general, if you are on a diet and are afraid not to restrain yourself - you are here. The main thing is not to eat, otherwise gastritis. Needless to say, we had nothing to feed the child. Supermarkets are open until 5 pm, and the assortment is there, as in a rural grocery store. No baby food was found. We found only milk, and even then not everywhere. Although in Ramadan they found beer almost from under the floor in the supermarket. We stood, touched non-alcoholic beer in the hall and sighed when the saleswoman noticed this and sent us to an internal closed room with alcohol.
The beach is small, there were no sunbeds at 8 in the morning. All week they sat with the child by the sea on the sand, and horses, camels and merchants walked on their feet. Horses and camels poop and their poop is everywhere. It is difficult to explain to a child that this is not sweets or plasticine.
Perhaps there are shits and merchants nearby, the smell evokes. The road to the beach is quite long, about 15 minutes walk along the fence on both sides and mountains of garbage, technical rooms of other hotels with unpleasant odors and noises. The train does not go to the beach regularly, so we usually went on foot, and the train was not always met.
The hotel is mostly French, some Germans, many Russians and Slavs, including Croatia, Poland, Slovenia. They don’t speak English very well, we managed with hands and pictures and the school course of the French husband.
They called to fix the air conditioner twice - OK, but they didn’t fix it, we ended up doing it ourselves. The sink is clogged - OK, but they didn’t pierce it, they pierced it themselves. They took a dollar from the bedside table, but they didn’t lay out swans and petals, they probably don’t know how. Wi-fi at the reception catches a radius of + -3 meters, and then with varying degrees of success. If all the chairs at the reception are occupied, then the Internet is working, if it's empty, then it's not there again.
My mobile connection from Kyivstar did not connect to any local operator, although in other countries one of the cards always caught stably.
Climate. I can hardly stand the heat, but here it is +40 and the truth is easily tolerated. A breeze from the sea and sometimes it even seems cool. But from 12 to 15 of course it was hot and it is better to sit in the shade in the pool or in the room. And here the hotel is good because it is a garden, and any sun lounger can be dragged into the shade of a palm or olive tree. However, the sun loungers near the pool, again, are always busy.
We arrived in Ramadan, there was only alcohol in the hotel, the discos were all closed, the tourist area of Yasmine was completely dead and empty, during the evening prayer the city was empty. All neighboring beaches of the hotels were completely empty.
The country is dirty, very dirty and poor. No one cleans up the mountains of garbage along the roads, although the same road to the beach could be cleaned up for the sake of their guests.
The beaches are clean not because they are cleaned, the cleaners just bury the garbage in the sand with a rake. I heard about Tunisia that they are civilized, a former French colony, do not stick on the streets and are safe. But the guide on the bus first of all told about a woman with a child who went to the pharmacy, and the chain was torn from her neck. We walked with a stroller and it was a little dumb, the locals are rather gloomy. Traders are clingy and say after sexual hints, although I'm not a tall blue-eyed blonde with micro-shorts and one, but an ordinary aunt and a child and a husband. They may have been decent before the Jasmine Revolution, but now they are worse than Egypt and Turkey.
We forgot my husband's phone in the room. They wrote and asked to be transferred to Kyiv with someone. No answer. The phone is an old smartphone, it’s not really a pity, the card was immediately made new, but the service seems to be on top.
In general, the country at one time. Went, put a cross and the second time will not pull.
We rested just fine, the sea, the sun, walks and good mood, no one canceled.
But if you find fault with the hotel and demand normal conditions for your money - then here it is.
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