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Food:
10.0
Amenities:
7.0
"Turkey after Greece" or "Bribing public opinion"
The crisis, which has been mentioned more than once over the past two years, has also affected our family. The number of trips was reduced by exactly half and the quality of these too. It's a pity. This summer, the question of travel has become more acute than ever. There was not much money, there was only one trip, and therefore I would like to get maximum pleasure for the available funds. They thought for a long time, well, about four months, and in agony the idea was born to go to Turkey. We rejected the Carpathians due to the lack of the sea (although I personally think that the sea is not a necessary requisite for a good summer vacation), Crimea was rejected because of the terrible high cost and the lack of a more or less digestible service. So, Turkey. Turkey was also chosen for the reason that everyone talks and talks about it, everyone goes there like to a village to their grandmother, and we can’t even keep up a conversation on this topic. Comparison of Turkey and Egypt is the main theme of the vast majority of tourist opuses. And we decided for ourselves to also draw a parallel between these two resort countries, which are very popular among our compatriots.
It turned out the opposite. None of us even remembered Egypt for all 8 days of travel.
Turkey greeted us with the sun, high humidity and friendly, smiling guys from Teztur. We like the latter the most. The trip from Antalya to Alanya took less than two hours. Comfortable ride, easy and pleasant. We rested before the "heavy weekdays" of rest and stared out the window. The first thing that caught our attention: low buildings, no higher than 9 floors, mostly 4-6 storey buildings with huge terraces. And on the terraces there were stationary STOVES! Neatly in a corner, with a pipe passing through all the balconies and exiting on the roof. The same, clean and tidy, it is clear that they were built together with the building and are included in the total area of the apartment. Stunned! Dream! My vivid imagination quickly completed the sauna in the bathroom and my dream apartment began to take shape.
In the meantime, we got to Incekum (I still did not understand how this settlement was classified) and the village of Avsalar, where we left the cozy air-conditioned bus seat and went out into the hot and humid Turkish reality. Fortunately, we had 7 steps to calving, otherwise two shapeless puddles of jelly would have crawled to the door. Very hot, very humid. And this is at the end of August. Next time we will think another 4 months before flying to Turkey in the summer.
We got a good hotel, we chose it for a very long time, and did not regret our choice for a minute. Four, cozy, pleasant, with good staff and wonderful "one-time" meals. My husband called it “disposable”, because they fed us Once a day: from morning to evening.
The hotel is called Antik, with the accent on the last vowel. Small, but not small just right, so as not to get bored but not to stomp from the distant bungalow to the sea in the "gentle" Turkish sun 500-700 meters. The main building of the hotel is made and decorated in antique style. Perhaps it gave the first impetus to the association with Greece. Further more. Vegetation, smells, embankment, terribly reminded us of Crete, and especially the town of Rethymno. Although the sea, of course, is different. We got the best beach on this piece of coast, this is the truth. Although, reading reviews about the hotel, I doubted how different beaches could be in one place. But that's the way it is. To our left is an increasingly narrowing strip of sand with a pebbly entrance to the sea, and the farther from us, the larger the pebbles, the A-la "stink" river called Fula, which dilutes and cools the sea, and turns the coast into a dirty, incomprehensible swamp. On the right, the beaches are not bad, but near the Ulizoy hotel again there is a rivulet without a name. So we were very pleased with our beach with clean sand, wide and gentle entrance to the sea. There were more than enough sun loungers on our beach, there were always free ones, there were no problems with placing bodies for sunbathing. And there was plenty of sun for this action. For 8 days, not a single cloud dared to outshine the Turkish luminary, although we already really wanted to.
The Mediterranean coast is empty, boring, without living creatures and any other entertainment effects. Well, it’s true, once there were waves, not bad, worthy of the Aegean Sea, well, here again the ghost of Greece.
Greece haunted us throughout the rest: in the form of small shops and street cafes along the road, in the form of the most noisy road passing in the immediate vicinity of the hotel, in the form of the smell of olives, sharp, bright, very specific. Although the olives themselves were served to us tasteless. They looked like canned olives in our supermarkets: dull, dry, lethargic, dead. As if they were born and raised not in the wild, warmed by the hot sun and caring hands of the farmer's hard workers, but in a greenhouse-incubator under artificial lighting lamps with automatic watering. Again my imagination played out, imagining our compatriot paying at the reception with a suitcase of Iberica olives, for lack of an oiro.
The rest of the kitchen was excellent. It is very difficult to feed deliciously with the "buffet" system. But the chefs of the hotel succeeded. Looking ahead, I will say that they did not cause the slightest harm to our "sports" figures with their "one-time" meals. Although my husband and I ate constantly, everything they give, with the enthusiasm of a hungry Alpha, cheerfully stuffing all four of our stomachs. And there was something: stewed, stuffed, baked, spicy and spicy vegetables. With meat, cheese, spices and sauces. The meat itself also did not cause any complaints: fried, and baked, and boiled, and with sauce and running thereof. It was a gastronomic paradise. True, sweets and fruits overshadowed him a little, but we tried not to eat them. From sweets, the same set as in all hotels with a buffet: mousses, jellies, creams, cakes. Mousses with lumps, cakes are “wet”, heavy and all taste the same, buns and croissants are not airy but heavy and poorly baked. But you need to take into account the nuance that my husband and I are not sweet lovers and we are too picky about it. The fruits didn't make much of an impression either: watermelons are not sweet, melons are bitter (why? ), oranges are juicy but tasteless, grapes are tart and thickly skinned. Maybe that's why we did not recover after such gastronomic debauchery, because we actually ate vegetables with a diet cape (beef, chicken). Coffee, tea in the hotel was like everywhere else, as in all hotels in all countries (excluding France) NO, but you can drink. Alcohol was at the level of Egyptian, here you can draw a parallel with Egypt, since there is no comparison with Greece. Greek wine, Metaxa and Rakia will surpass the advertised Turkish pomegranate "wine" in one spit, both in price and in quality. Actually, no one expects deep classic alcohol traditions from a Muslim country. Yes, and a 100% markup on alcohol does not encourage the active purchase thereof. Fruits are losing to our, southern Ukrainian. Our watermelons are much sweeter, and melons also melt in your mouth. It is possible that fruits in hotels are not of the best quality at an affordable price, so we cannot judge all Turkish fruits.
Unlike the same Egypt and in parallel with the same Greece, in Turkey there is where to go beyond the hotel. There is where to go in a freshly rented car and where to eat “on the side”. Turkey, in terms of freedom of movement and freedom of choice, is closer to Greece and to other European states than the aforementioned Egypt. So it is not correct to compare Turkey and Egypt, in my humble opinion. Although more flattering for Turkey.
The nightlife of the village of Avsalar consisted in the presence of a shopping center. Rather, this loud name was given to a couple of streets with shops, cafes and restaurants. In the evening, after the suffocating heat, it was very pleasant to wander around the "shopping center" in the coolness of smart streets, decorated with light bulbs, fotanchiki, elegant shop windows and tired watchdogs sleeping peacefully at the entrance of the shops. And also with pleasure to relax in a street cafe, sipping hot Turkish tea, looking at street life as if from a box in a theater. In Turkey, you need to rest slowly. With feeling, and then the aftertaste of this country will remain with you at least until the next trip.
The crisis, which has been mentioned more than once over the past two years, has also affected our family. The number of trips was reduced by exactly half and the quality of these too. It's a pity. This summer, the question of travel has become more acute than ever. There was not much money, there was only one trip, and therefore I would like to get maximum pleasure for the available funds. They thought for a long time, well, about four months, and in agony the idea was born to go to Turkey. We rejected the Carpathians due to the lack of the sea (although I personally think that the sea is not a necessary requisite for a good summer vacation), Crimea was rejected because of the terrible high cost and the lack of a more or less digestible service. So, Turkey. Turkey was also chosen for the reason that everyone talks and talks about it, everyone goes there like to a village to their grandmother, and we can’t even keep up a conversation on this topic. Comparison of Turkey and Egypt is the main theme of the vast majority of tourist opuses. And we decided for ourselves to also draw a parallel between these two resort countries, which are very popular among our compatriots.
It turned out the opposite. None of us even remembered Egypt for all 8 days of travel.
Turkey greeted us with the sun, high humidity and friendly, smiling guys from Teztur. We like the latter the most. The trip from Antalya to Alanya took less than two hours. Comfortable ride, easy and pleasant. We rested before the "heavy weekdays" of rest and stared out the window. The first thing that caught our attention: low buildings, no higher than 9 floors, mostly 4-6 storey buildings with huge terraces. And on the terraces there were stationary STOVES! Neatly in a corner, with a pipe passing through all the balconies and exiting on the roof. The same, clean and tidy, it is clear that they were built together with the building and are included in the total area of the apartment. Stunned! Dream! My vivid imagination quickly completed the sauna in the bathroom and my dream apartment began to take shape.
In the meantime, we got to Incekum (I still did not understand how this settlement was classified) and the village of Avsalar, where we left the cozy air-conditioned bus seat and went out into the hot and humid Turkish reality. Fortunately, we had 7 steps to calving, otherwise two shapeless puddles of jelly would have crawled to the door. Very hot, very humid. And this is at the end of August. Next time we will think another 4 months before flying to Turkey in the summer.
We got a good hotel, we chose it for a very long time, and did not regret our choice for a minute. Four, cozy, pleasant, with good staff and wonderful "one-time" meals. My husband called it “disposable”, because they fed us Once a day: from morning to evening.
The hotel is called Antik, with the accent on the last vowel. Small, but not small just right, so as not to get bored but not to stomp from the distant bungalow to the sea in the "gentle" Turkish sun 500-700 meters. The main building of the hotel is made and decorated in antique style. Perhaps it gave the first impetus to the association with Greece. Further more. Vegetation, smells, embankment, terribly reminded us of Crete, and especially the town of Rethymno. Although the sea, of course, is different. We got the best beach on this piece of coast, this is the truth. Although, reading reviews about the hotel, I doubted how different beaches could be in one place. But that's the way it is. To our left is an increasingly narrowing strip of sand with a pebbly entrance to the sea, and the farther from us, the larger the pebbles, the A-la "stink" river called Fula, which dilutes and cools the sea, and turns the coast into a dirty, incomprehensible swamp. On the right, the beaches are not bad, but near the Ulizoy hotel again there is a rivulet without a name. So we were very pleased with our beach with clean sand, wide and gentle entrance to the sea. There were more than enough sun loungers on our beach, there were always free ones, there were no problems with placing bodies for sunbathing. And there was plenty of sun for this action. For 8 days, not a single cloud dared to outshine the Turkish luminary, although we already really wanted to.
The Mediterranean coast is empty, boring, without living creatures and any other entertainment effects. Well, it’s true, once there were waves, not bad, worthy of the Aegean Sea, well, here again the ghost of Greece.
Greece haunted us throughout the rest: in the form of small shops and street cafes along the road, in the form of the most noisy road passing in the immediate vicinity of the hotel, in the form of the smell of olives, sharp, bright, very specific. Although the olives themselves were served to us tasteless. They looked like canned olives in our supermarkets: dull, dry, lethargic, dead. As if they were born and raised not in the wild, warmed by the hot sun and caring hands of the farmer's hard workers, but in a greenhouse-incubator under artificial lighting lamps with automatic watering. Again my imagination played out, imagining our compatriot paying at the reception with a suitcase of Iberica olives, for lack of an oiro.
The rest of the kitchen was excellent. It is very difficult to feed deliciously with the "buffet" system. But the chefs of the hotel succeeded. Looking ahead, I will say that they did not cause the slightest harm to our "sports" figures with their "one-time" meals. Although my husband and I ate constantly, everything they give, with the enthusiasm of a hungry Alpha, cheerfully stuffing all four of our stomachs. And there was something: stewed, stuffed, baked, spicy and spicy vegetables. With meat, cheese, spices and sauces. The meat itself also did not cause any complaints: fried, and baked, and boiled, and with sauce and running thereof. It was a gastronomic paradise. True, sweets and fruits overshadowed him a little, but we tried not to eat them. From sweets, the same set as in all hotels with a buffet: mousses, jellies, creams, cakes. Mousses with lumps, cakes are “wet”, heavy and all taste the same, buns and croissants are not airy but heavy and poorly baked. But you need to take into account the nuance that my husband and I are not sweet lovers and we are too picky about it. The fruits didn't make much of an impression either: watermelons are not sweet, melons are bitter (why? ), oranges are juicy but tasteless, grapes are tart and thickly skinned. Maybe that's why we did not recover after such gastronomic debauchery, because we actually ate vegetables with a diet cape (beef, chicken). Coffee, tea in the hotel was like everywhere else, as in all hotels in all countries (excluding France) NO, but you can drink. Alcohol was at the level of Egyptian, here you can draw a parallel with Egypt, since there is no comparison with Greece. Greek wine, Metaxa and Rakia will surpass the advertised Turkish pomegranate "wine" in one spit, both in price and in quality. Actually, no one expects deep classic alcohol traditions from a Muslim country. Yes, and a 100% markup on alcohol does not encourage the active purchase thereof. Fruits are losing to our, southern Ukrainian. Our watermelons are much sweeter, and melons also melt in your mouth. It is possible that fruits in hotels are not of the best quality at an affordable price, so we cannot judge all Turkish fruits.
Unlike the same Egypt and in parallel with the same Greece, in Turkey there is where to go beyond the hotel. There is where to go in a freshly rented car and where to eat “on the side”. Turkey, in terms of freedom of movement and freedom of choice, is closer to Greece and to other European states than the aforementioned Egypt. So it is not correct to compare Turkey and Egypt, in my humble opinion. Although more flattering for Turkey.
The nightlife of the village of Avsalar consisted in the presence of a shopping center. Rather, this loud name was given to a couple of streets with shops, cafes and restaurants. In the evening, after the suffocating heat, it was very pleasant to wander around the "shopping center" in the coolness of smart streets, decorated with light bulbs, fotanchiki, elegant shop windows and tired watchdogs sleeping peacefully at the entrance of the shops. And also with pleasure to relax in a street cafe, sipping hot Turkish tea, looking at street life as if from a box in a theater. In Turkey, you need to rest slowly. With feeling, and then the aftertaste of this country will remain with you at least until the next trip.
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