Все хорошее когда-нибудь заканчивается. All good things come to an end.

This year we rested in Giustiniana for the 5th time. I guess the last one. It so happened that with the birth of the baby, we missed a couple of the last years, and before that we visited this place every year. We are well remembered and met by all the services of the hotel and it would seem, what? well, what else do you need? but no... not enough.
We miss that old Justiniana, which was always sold with explanations: club means for family vacations and does not mean at all "a party place where you can break away to the fullest. " It lacks the usual place for this place, a leisurely calm tourist.
Unfortunately the hotel management wished to take the least expensive route. Low prices, mediocre quality. But there are too many undemanding tourists. This kind of our compatriots, which we simply call bullish. It was they who spoiled Justiniana. The staff began to treat everyone through the prism of precisely those bastards who, upon arrival, certainly do 2 things: they attach a Russian flag to the balcony of the room, and then, having taken the "control", throw up at the bar. Which, from the first to the last day, believe that for their money paid, you can spit on the hotel staff. By the way, perfectly normal staff. Delicate, humorous, hardworking. If you treat their work with respect, then they will break into a cake to make your vacation better....No. You need to get off the plane, get to the bar and start bullshitting. All freaks, everyone should, screaming, bullying staff and neighbors, and in the morning a gloomy face, but only until 10-00, while the bar is not open. Then life gets better. And there is no need to say to such that their 6-year-old boy should not pee in the pool, you can run into "go to x. " So what if there is a toilet nearby? After all, Mom is busy, she explains to the "stupid and obvious Chukchi" bartender so that he will no longer pour juice into a plastic cup for that same boy. Only real glass, and don't care the rules. And at lunch, mom, going up to the cake, brushes the top of it into her plate. The top is made from fresh strawberries. It didn't occur to me that a grown man could do that. When my wife asked what the rest of us should do now and offered a couple of dollars for strawberries, an op began, the checkmate ended with a completely logical: "let them bet more, freaks, I have paid for everything. " Then they enter the steam room in their terrible rubber slippers. That bulls and bottles are inserted into the sand. Well, explain to me, well, why should a Russian person put 6 overflowing plates in front of him every day, eat none of this and at the same time lament loudly that they say they cook disgustingly? Well, why? Can't you take what you know? Believe me, there is plenty of such food. And why go out of need to the pool, and even tell everyone about it. Has the extensive network of toilets become inconvenient? Here we can bring beer to the sauna, but there is no way to take 3 steps to the toilet? It turns out no... It's a shame.

And the place was very good, after all. Beautiful. On the island, by the way, large turtles live. A forest with the remains of a thousand-year-old port is a great place for hiking, unless of course you are embarrassed by the mountains of empty bottles, glasses and God knows what else. But it didn't happen before.
In general, I will not go there again, and I will not advise my friends. Even despite the fact that the bartender Hussein is a wonderful person (by the way, this year is his last season in this hotel, then he decided to go to Kemer, such a tourist bullied him).
As an epilogue, the Russian and his daughter are standing in front of the glass door to the sauna. Dad, opening the door, says: "Here, my daughter, how nice, you pay attention. Not in German, not in English, not in Turkish, but only in Russian, the inscriptions on the door. How they take care of a Russian tourist. "
The inscription on the door reads: Please do not pour water, beer, aromatic liquids on the stones. Do not enter with shoes.
Indeed, there is something to be proud of, who else can come up with such a thing?