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Lykia - this is... pa of the world, or like this - ASS... OF THE WORLD.
Both the region and the hotel LYKIA WORLD tra-ta-ta. . . 5 (! ) * UAL.
In order - transfer from the airport 2.5 hours and it is the latest. After the penultimate one, we drove for 45 minutes along the collective farms and state farms of the glorious Turkish fields along the most winding roads on the plain. In the penultimate hotel, the accompanying guide from Coral Odeon came out and left us alone with our three-year-old son to the mercy of a gloomy Turkish uncle who did not boom-boom in any languages except Turkish and turning “no way” a couple of times and handing over backwards shouting out the window “go there yourself unwashed fool. ” Needless to say, my anxiety turned from an emotion into a material object. But you brought it, you tramp!! ! They didn’t settle at the reception) not in the plan - you didn’t come there, you don’t have your numbers, this is the wrong country, you don’t have a PCR test....They said: “Do you want to eat? Run down, otherwise the restik will close. And take off your masks already”) I crawled into the restaurant, not like that - into the “restaurant” and ah... la. (doesn't gasp)
I have not seen such a shabby canteen since my vacation in Ilyichevsk at the Chernomorets camp site for 7 euros a night. Realizing that she needed to eat something, otherwise death, she took two plates of “porridge” and “omelet”. Motya refused to eat at all and threatened with an indefinite strike... They settled in a room in building 4. Without preliminary showings, they took him on a golf cart along with suitcases, almost in the state of luggage). The stuffiness in the room was a bit disturbing. In vain that a little - I learn to trust my instincts permanently. Matvey confirmed something was wrong, yelling in the shower "cabin": Mom, sand!!!!! ! The cleaners with the bathroom were not particularly confused....other people's remnants of the beach from swimming trunks went to us as proof - people have been here.
About the cleaners is also a separate issue. Nowhere else have I seen such "fuzzies" - the appeal of the poor fellow is the most appropriate and practically a compliment. The air conditioner was fixed in two days! We won by presenting the left card for permanent blocking of the switch, and according to Matvey, it got hot! )
The territory of the hotel is big! There are many trees, bushes, lawns, hills, paths, but everything is somehow unloved - the paths are swept only near the pool, the side staircase of our building did not see a broom long before our settlement, and will not see it until the close of the season. Separately, I will say about that part of it that is proudly called the Golf Academy - not Gloria Golf Resort, to put it mildly) The staff of gardeners-janitors should obviously be increased by 4 times.
Food
Here, how lucky) in the sense that if you are lucky in life and you are not picky - there is something to eat. And if you want the meat to be chewed well, the fish not to stand dead on a plate, the buns to be fresh, and the croissants to be buttery - fuck it!!! ! Everything does not seem to be yesterday - but... As they sometimes write in reviews: "You will not stay hungry. "
They coped with quarantine by putting up plastic "cordons" between food and hungry. Behind the cordon there are cooks and food, and from our side - “potatoes, I say put potatoes, and a couple of pieces of onion”, “wat of this meat and wat of this. And this one is what? In short, if it weren’t for the tablet and Motin’s love for cartoons, FIG would have had the patience to get food and livelihood like that. There is ice cream, full of fruits, no figs ((
The drinks
I chose between two hotels (equal in cost and approximately in terms of conditions). The last criterion is “Julia, ask the operators where they pour pink? ”. So - you drink this pink yourself. In the sense of shmurdyak, we never drank and did not start. Mota is still early, but I found a dry "champagne" - with ice alone it somehow crawls through. In short, the drinks are strongly local. The Turks have good European quality dry wines, but they weren't brought here - I tell you, it's too far!
Rooms are like rooms - the beds are so tall - a nightmare that Matvey will fall and hurt himself. And the pillows are uncomfortable (neck massage saved). Speaking of SPA - read above about the territory. Huge, it works for free, but all of it is somehow unwashed and unfinished, and in some places it needs repair and replacement of pieces of everything that are visible to the eye. There are even recreation areas from the sauna and hammam type in the air - and next to the terrace, giant ants are eating up the corpse of some kind of bird - the scribe "Relax spectacle. " But the guy did a good massage for $30 for half an hour.
Waterslides
Slightly on the outskirts of a separate Basik and works for two hours before lunch and after. I'm not a fan, they seem normal.
Children's Affairs
Found two pools. I liked one more - there are three slides. Mini-club or as Mate said mini-stupid, because everyone is stupid there))) it also works for two hours in the morning and in the afternoon - great! They take from the age of 3 with their parents, from the age of 4 you can already be left alone. Take your temperature and move on. In the evening, as usual, mini-disco smoothly flows into disco or live music for mature vacationers, but no one drives the green ones either. Motin's cry "Partyaaa" was heard regularly in the night.
Sea beach
That's what actually started everything. It was stormy for four days - the water was 30 degrees, but the waves - it was difficult to get in and out, and dirty. The beach is gray-brown and also dirty. On the one hand, it adjoins a wasteland (! ), on the other, a wasteland with golf courses. As the storm subsided, the water became cleaner, more cheerful. Sunset in the sea sand and a little pebbles. Normal comfortable foot massage. Water fun "banana / catamaran" unobtrusive and survive)
In general, to sum up: resting for any reason is better than not resting, but I’m not here anymore AT ANY cost of a “ticket” - well, unless they pay $ 150 extra for a terrible road and I’ll take an individual transfer with a pretty driver.
Both the region and the hotel LYKIA WORLD tra-ta-ta. . . 5 (! ) * UAL.
In order - transfer from the airport 2.5 hours and it is the latest. After the penultimate one, we drove for 45 minutes along the collective farms and state farms of the glorious Turkish fields along the most winding roads on the plain. In the penultimate hotel, the accompanying guide from Coral Odeon came out and left us alone with our three-year-old son to the mercy of a gloomy Turkish uncle who did not boom-boom in any languages except Turkish and turning “no way” a couple of times and handing over backwards shouting out the window “go there yourself unwashed fool. ” Needless to say, my anxiety turned from an emotion into a material object. But you brought it, you tramp!! ! They didn’t settle at the reception) not in the plan - you didn’t come there, you don’t have your numbers, this is the wrong country, you don’t have a PCR test....They said: “Do you want to eat? Run down, otherwise the restik will close. And take off your masks already”) I crawled into the restaurant, not like that - into the “restaurant” and ah... la. (doesn't gasp)
I have not seen such a shabby canteen since my vacation in Ilyichevsk at the Chernomorets camp site for 7 euros a night. Realizing that she needed to eat something, otherwise death, she took two plates of “porridge” and “omelet”. Motya refused to eat at all and threatened with an indefinite strike... They settled in a room in building 4. Without preliminary showings, they took him on a golf cart along with suitcases, almost in the state of luggage). The stuffiness in the room was a bit disturbing. In vain that a little - I learn to trust my instincts permanently. Matvey confirmed something was wrong, yelling in the shower "cabin": Mom, sand!!!!! ! The cleaners with the bathroom were not particularly confused....other people's remnants of the beach from swimming trunks went to us as proof - people have been here.
About the cleaners is also a separate issue. Nowhere else have I seen such "fuzzies" - the appeal of the poor fellow is the most appropriate and practically a compliment. The air conditioner was fixed in two days! We won by presenting the left card for permanent blocking of the switch, and according to Matvey, it got hot! )
The territory of the hotel is big! There are many trees, bushes, lawns, hills, paths, but everything is somehow unloved - the paths are swept only near the pool, the side staircase of our building did not see a broom long before our settlement, and will not see it until the close of the season. Separately, I will say about that part of it that is proudly called the Golf Academy - not Gloria Golf Resort, to put it mildly) The staff of gardeners-janitors should obviously be increased by 4 times.
Food
Here, how lucky) in the sense that if you are lucky in life and you are not picky - there is something to eat. And if you want the meat to be chewed well, the fish not to stand dead on a plate, the buns to be fresh, and the croissants to be buttery - fuck it!!! ! Everything does not seem to be yesterday - but... As they sometimes write in reviews: "You will not stay hungry. "
They coped with quarantine by putting up plastic "cordons" between food and hungry. Behind the cordon there are cooks and food, and from our side - “potatoes, I say put potatoes, and a couple of pieces of onion”, “wat of this meat and wat of this. And this one is what? In short, if it weren’t for the tablet and Motin’s love for cartoons, FIG would have had the patience to get food and livelihood like that. There is ice cream, full of fruits, no figs ((
The drinks
I chose between two hotels (equal in cost and approximately in terms of conditions). The last criterion is “Julia, ask the operators where they pour pink? ”. So - you drink this pink yourself. In the sense of shmurdyak, we never drank and did not start. Mota is still early, but I found a dry "champagne" - with ice alone it somehow crawls through. In short, the drinks are strongly local. The Turks have good European quality dry wines, but they weren't brought here - I tell you, it's too far!
Rooms are like rooms - the beds are so tall - a nightmare that Matvey will fall and hurt himself. And the pillows are uncomfortable (neck massage saved). Speaking of SPA - read above about the territory. Huge, it works for free, but all of it is somehow unwashed and unfinished, and in some places it needs repair and replacement of pieces of everything that are visible to the eye. There are even recreation areas from the sauna and hammam type in the air - and next to the terrace, giant ants are eating up the corpse of some kind of bird - the scribe "Relax spectacle. " But the guy did a good massage for $30 for half an hour.
Waterslides
Slightly on the outskirts of a separate Basik and works for two hours before lunch and after. I'm not a fan, they seem normal.
Children's Affairs
Found two pools. I liked one more - there are three slides. Mini-club or as Mate said mini-stupid, because everyone is stupid there))) it also works for two hours in the morning and in the afternoon - great! They take from the age of 3 with their parents, from the age of 4 you can already be left alone. Take your temperature and move on. In the evening, as usual, mini-disco smoothly flows into disco or live music for mature vacationers, but no one drives the green ones either. Motin's cry "Partyaaa" was heard regularly in the night.
Sea beach
That's what actually started everything. It was stormy for four days - the water was 30 degrees, but the waves - it was difficult to get in and out, and dirty. The beach is gray-brown and also dirty. On the one hand, it adjoins a wasteland (! ), on the other, a wasteland with golf courses. As the storm subsided, the water became cleaner, more cheerful. Sunset in the sea sand and a little pebbles. Normal comfortable foot massage. Water fun "banana / catamaran" unobtrusive and survive)
In general, to sum up: resting for any reason is better than not resting, but I’m not here anymore AT ANY cost of a “ticket” - well, unless they pay $ 150 extra for a terrible road and I’ll take an individual transfer with a pretty driver.
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