It's hard for a man in Turkey
Usually I start preparing for a summer trip to the sea in the winter. But not at this time. It so happened that the decision to start was made five days before the start. And my oldest friend asked to go with my family.
He didn't have a Schengen visa, which made the choice easier. Turkey… Well, so much the better.
At the beginning of the year, there was a competition where our respected Matveyka made me fall in love with Ichmeler with her story. We decided to fly there.
But the place turned out to be so popular that only very expensive hotels remained on sale. Prices for my family started from 300.000 rubles. (UAH 115.000). I can't handle it.
Well, since it's not Icmeler, it doesn't matter where. We decided to return to the past and plunge into the pure world of all-inclusive. For everything to be. Statues, kitschy luxury and, of course, everyone's favorite TERRITORY. And for a hundred years, a travel agent friend of mine began searching. There were many options. But here we are faced with a strange, inexplicable problem:
And here's another:
I'm too lazy to look, but there were some very offensive pearls. Type: accommodation of animals and single men is prohibited. That's why? Like lonely men are outrageous and smash numbers to pieces? *
Everything turned out to be even more idiotic. The Turks believe that single men can be gay, and this is ah-ah-ah. In what feverish delirium did this thought come into their heads? What is a vanishingly small percentage of gays among single men from the countries of the former USSR? 0.00001? Not more! Rather, on the contrary, these lonely men go to the sea to swell and pester the ladies...
The most vile thing is that there is discrimination against people with non-traditional sexual orientation. That is, Freddie Mercury would not have gone to them. This time. And clearly there is discrimination against heterosexual men. This is two. I don’t understand how no one has yet thought of making a scandal and suing.
I didn’t play options like “my friend is traveling with my wife (we have different surnames), and I am traveling with two children”, because in this case I became gay (with children). That is, our long-standing fervent male trip simply would not have taken place in the current realities.
And what's interesting. In very expensive hotels there are no such restrictions. Aha! So, according to the Turks, gays try to get into all sorts of triples, fours and ordinary fives, but they don’t go to exquisite expensive hotels. They don't have any kind of money. Freddie would have laughed at that. Yes, to hell with them! And I began frantically to build the trip myself.
I have nothing against gay people. One of my worthy and bosom (since the army) friends is gay. He was a specialist in the maintenance of aviation weapons. And I love him not only for that. The situation itself pissed me off.
Time was running out, but it worked out. Plane tickets cost 13.000 rubles. (5000 UAH) on the snout. It's not easy there. Departure from Domodedovo to Antalya by Yamal and arrival from Alanya Gaziz Pasha to Vnukovo Pobeda.
But the main thing is the hotel!!!
Small. Cozy. Inexpensive. For my family for 2 weeks 47.000 rubles. (1.000 UAH). For a friend who, just in case, was recorded by a member of my family, a little cheaper.
I can find cool options. But this hotel is super luck. I bury him and will not even write a separate report about him. Not to advertise.
2 rooms. Kitchen.
Dining area. Izv. for the mess.
Sleeping place in the living room.
One more thing.
Bedroom.
Closet and safe.
Bathroom.
And most importantly - 2 conders in the room. I have never seen this before. That is, in each of the rooms you can create your own climate.
*And now about single men. . . They are afraid of gays. Yeah... A friend got tired of resting in Domodedovo. Transfer in a comfortable Mercedes minibus finished him off completely. And having settled in the room, he instantly broke the glass. We paid for it right away, but it was a prelude. In the morning he came to my room with a backpack. There was a broken plate that he planned to throw away outside the hotel so as not to incur expenses. But this is a continuation of the prelude. On the second day he came in the morning, silently took me by the button and led me to his room. And there was trash. The mirror, a piece of which is visible in the photo above, was lying on the sink at an angle of 45 degrees, clinging to the faucet. The bottom was broken. And everything was covered in blood. On the walls, as in horror films, there are bloody fives. A pool of blood on the floor. The mirror is covered in blood stains.
A friend claimed that he went to the toilet at night and suddenly the light went out. And confusing the mirror with the door in the dark, he tore it off and it, falling, jammed the door that opened inwards. In an attempt to free himself, he cut himself, but freed himself.
And now I thought with horror about how much this fucking mirror costs. But I'm not tired and generally smart enough. I drove to the pharmacy and bought a bandage. Defiantly and unnecessarily, I bandaged a very small cut on his arm, shook out all the empty bottles from the garbage bag. Walked a friend to a sane state and went to the owner of the hotel. He brought him to a friend's room and said that he was just brushing his teeth and a mirror fell on him. Uncle got sick. He asked how big your claims were, and when he found out that there were no claims, he turned a little pink. Then he made amends with all sorts of libations at the expense of the institution)
I will continue about the hotel. Despite the fact that the hotel was generally without stars, there were 2 pools and slides.
There was always something going on.
The tables are set for the BBQ party.
We didn't go, but watched the action from the balcony. Men in luminous skirts danced there. Izv. for the quality.
And here is the entire territory of the hotel.
Yes. Not great. But why is it needed at all? The hotel is located on the outskirts of the center of Alanya. That's where the territory is.
I have not been in this city for 12 years. The changes that have taken place in it over the years have made a deafening impression on me. I described the conditions for people with limited mobility here.
Alanya has become a chic, imposing, worthy city. Now there is no "Come, buy, pour vodka. " Now there is no "Natasha let's banter". Alanya became bourgeois, respectable and restrained. I walked on it and admired.
Beautiful and professional graffiti.
Swing chairs for athletes every 700 m
Playgrounds.
All nature, its mother)
Fountains.
And how intelligibly the bins for plastic are made.
Don't laugh. Yes, I took it off. It's just a garbage machine.
And this is just a trash can.
And this is a dumpster in the suburbs. Everything is clear to everyone.
More about infrastructure.
Skatedrome.
Marble (! ) Chessboards.
This was not the case 12 years ago.
Public tables for table tennis.
And it's just a delight! Antique cast iron faucets. They are 4 years old. There is no drain at the bottom. Water overflows. And in this bath there is always water for stray cats and dogs.
Traffic light control box.
Community cat feeders and housing.
It's amazing how the city hall treats merchants. Places for small shopkeepers.
Alanya has become so chic that even the rubbish here looks exclusive.
Here is a photo of the mayors of Alanya. The current one, unfortunately, is not. But this is a worthy uncle.
Friends, I'm tired. If someone is interested in such a view of Turkey, then I will continue. Right now, it just stopped hitting the keys.
