много пьяной русской молодежи a lot of drunk Russian youth

For the first time we lived in a hotel in which there were so many drunken Russian youth.

Upon arrival at the Dalaman airport, they bought liquor in the duty room, it was very useful.

We were already met by two guides from Anex on a Mercedes minibus, except for us they had no more tourists.
The road from Dalaman to Marmaris delighted me, I have never seen such beautiful landscapes in my life, there is no such beauty either in the Crimea or on the southern coast of Turkey.

From the view outside the window fell into nirvana.
The road took about 2 hours, it was mostly a steep serpentine, so my wife and daughter were very sick, their faces were white, it was scary to look at them, my wife vomited, fortunately they took packages from the plane.

At the Julian Club Hotel, the animator was the first to meet, grabbed the bag, and began to pronounce tongue twisters in broken Russian.
At the reception issued quickly, the Turks picked up our bags and carried to the room.

The doors at the Julian Club Hotel are opened not with a key, but with a magnetic card, and so, he didn’t manage to open the door with our card, and he ran for about fifteen minutes between the reception and the room, trying to open the door, then he dug out the plug in the lock and opened it with an ordinary key. The locksmith came and repaired the doors within half an hour. As I found out later, problems with cards are common.

Julian Club Hotel staff made a very good impression, polite, trying to please the guest.

The temperature at lunchtime in Marmaris is over 40 degrees, but we decided to take a walk to the sea.

They walked in a straight line, along a stinking canal. It was a big problem to cross roads at pedestrian crossings, because the cars DID NOT ALLOW us AT ALL, they go in a dense wall and, when trying to cross the road, they honk fiercely, swear and try to crush us. It was like that for two weeks. Since I am a big hiker, this really spoiled the holiday.
Having reached the sea, they found that the sea is more like a large dirty salt lake with very cold water, since it is closed from the sea by islands.

In fact, the open sea is not even visible, the islands are all closed.
The strip of the beach is narrow, cluttered with paid sun loungers from restaurants and hotels, the sand is very littered, with cigarette butts, the entrance to the water is covered with sharp fragments of stones that look like broken red bricks, the water is muddy, garbage floats on the water, oil stains, the whole sea is overgrown with algae (tourists it is called the "hairy sea"), the water is very cold because of the water from the mountain springs, merging through numerous channels. We are spoiled by the stunning clean beaches of Avsallar and Incekum, so we did not like swimming in this sea.
It was empirically determined that the dirtiest water is in the city center, and an hour’s walk from it is relatively cleaner, however, security guards drive away from many beaches, preventing them from entering the sea.
Signed up the next day for a free bus to the beach bar Nirvana (Nirvana beach).

The next afternoon, a crowd of Russian tourists gathered outside the Julian Club Hotel for a trip to Nirvana Beach. It was very tiring to wait: it was very hot, there was no bus. But then the bus pulled up and those waiting rushed to the door. A terrible crush began, people worked furiously with their elbows.

Since we have a little daughter, we lost this fight, and we didn’t get on the bus, like a couple of dozen other vacationers. The bus drove off, leaving us in the heat. The guard said in English that there would be another bus. After fifteen minutes of standing in the forty-degree heat, a minibus drove up and we turned on all our Soviet skills in storming public transport. We managed to get in, but about a dozen vacationers of the Julian Club Hotel remained on the street - today the sea is canceled for them.
The journey took about 40 minutes.
The driver unloaded us right on a high mountain serpentine. Having crossed the road, we began to descend the steps of a steep staircase down to the sea. We went down for about five to ten minutes, it was hard for the child - the steps were high, the heat.

The beach is quite dirty, there are not many free sunbeds, they belong to the Nirvana bar, and it is absolutely impossible to drink or eat on the beach - this is monitored by waiters who go around the beach. The prices for water and other things at the waiters shocked us and we did not order anything.
The water on the beach is clean, but unusually cold, there are a lot of algae, the entrance to the sea is also with sharp stones. Beach slippers were stolen from one of the tourists, he returned barefoot.
At six o'clock the bus was supposed to arrive at the hotel, and we, having stood in a ten-minute queue for a shower, climbed up the mountain, which was hard - you have to climb high!

Coming out on the road, we stood for about twenty minutes in the heat - our bus did not come.
Then a bus arrived for another hotel, but there were no people willing to leave on it, and we began to storm it, the crush was unreal, drunken Russian youth almost crushed my child.
We managed to get on the bus with the whole family (Soviet hardening! ), but several dozen tourists were unlucky, and they were left standing in the heat on the serpentine road waiting for the bus.
Being spoiled by inexpensive beach hotels in Avsallar and Incekum, we did not find the moral strength to go to the Nirvana beach.

The following days we rested at the Julian Club Hotel.
We forgot to go to the meeting with the hotel guide Aneks. He called the number and very scathingly scolded me for it in broken Russian. I hung up the phone out of shame, and in the future we moved quickly through the lobby and lowered our eyes - he often sat in the lobby bar and carefully examined the passing tourists.

I must say that in the morning after breakfast, all the sunbeds on the territory of the Julian Club Hotel are occupied and people climb to sunbathe in the pools on mattresses. So many people gather in the pools that swimming is out of the question. Even if you just stand, someone constantly pushes you and pours water over you. The water in the pools is very cold, and after fifteen minutes of "swimming" the body reduces from the cold.
The daughter swam in the pool every day, getting new bruises and abrasions every day.
On the second day of rest, the wife came to the room crying - some English boy planted her in the eye with a water piston. The eye turned red, the pain was such that she cried until the evening. It was not possible to find the boy's parents, probably he was among the drunken men who sat tightly around the bar and shouted something in English.
I must say that the English component of the holidaymakers for the most part is very different from the foreigners that we saw on the southern coast of Turkey - there is not that politeness inherent in the Germans. We were told that the hotel was chosen by the English "tagil" - dysfunctional families from England.
About a dozen blacks rested in the hotel, who amazed us with their charm and good breeding, and what lovely children they have! The people melted away from them!
There are a lot of Russian youth in the hotel, there are VERY many of them, there are hundreds of them. They woke up somewhere for dinner - their loud obscenities could be heard in the dining room.

But they especially made themselves felt at night - somewhere from two in the morning until four in the morning, several dozen young Russians gathered in a snack bar and arranged a grandiose booze with a scream, a loud neigh. They were so noisy that the closed doors of the balconies did not help, everything was heard in the room.
They called the reception, asked to intervene somehow, promised to help, but the noise did not subside. So they lived for two weeks - they dozed at night, slept during the day. With the balcony doors closed, the heat in the room was strong even at night, the air conditioner was turned on. I got sick from the air conditioner, then for a month I was sick, coughing.
There is a mosque right next to the hotel, and at half past five at night a ten-minute prayer begins, which is so loud that with the balcony doors closed you can make out every word.

In terms of shopping, Marmaris is very inferior to the southern coast of Turkey. For sale is the same as in the bazaar in my hometown, but two or three times more expensive.

I can recommend the Waikiki store in the center, and the Russian-language souvenir shop Outlet on the same street as the hotel: exit the hotel, turn right and walk for half an hour without turning, Outlet right after the Migros supermarket.
The food was very varied and plentiful, from 7 am to 12 midnight. I gained 8 kg, my wife - 5 kg.
For two weeks.

The waiters are very polite and smart. Dirty dishes were rare in the main dining room. In a snack bar, you used to pull out six plates until you get a clean one - the outside is clean, and there are leftovers between the plates. The line for pancakes at the snack bar stood up to a hundred people!

They tried all the alcohol - it turned out to be so vile and hangover, so they drank only their own, bought in Dalaman (duty alcohol turned out to be real! ).
Covered the whole city. Liked it very much!

Bar Street was disappointing. It's like a bazaar, only where they try to sell you exorbitant prices for crap, and discos are a cheap lure! The Turks understand with their mind what is expected of them, amuse tourists, but in their hearts they DO NOT UNDERSTAND Western culture, and therefore all the actions of the Turks-entertainers seem mechanical and very monotonous. The same songs, the same words, the same dances.

The animation at the hotel was also amazing.
It is in English, and is based on erotic jokes of a homosexual type. During the day, animators talk to tourists, often climb onto sun loungers with women, rub against them, imitate sex (and this is with children! ). Often, animators hug male tourists and their wives. The British laugh, they really like this kind of animation. I have never seen anything like it on the southern coast of Turkey.


The toilet has a large ventilation hole on the roof, which a person could easily climb into, so I paid for the safe. The safe cost $32. It was made in a handicraft workshop, in order to open it you had to conjure a key for about two minutes, there was no inner wall at its door, the lock mechanism was visible, very unpretentious.

At the reception 2 Russian girls work in shifts.
The cheapest way to get around is by dolmush (minibuses). They usually have 11 seats and they run on the main roads of Marmaris and the neighboring resort of Turkey, Icmeler (Icmeler).
The fare is 1.50 lira in Marmaris and 2.00 lira between Icmeler and Marmaris. During the day, however, it’s very difficult to stand at a bus stop in forty-degree heat and wait for a minibus. We walked early in the morning (the mullah woke up at four in the morning) and at night. At 12 o'clock at night the thermometer showed a temperature of 30 degrees.

Animation for children turned out to be a fiction - often there was no one there, and often it was that you bring a child - and a sad Georgian animator in broken Russian explains that now there is drawing on the sand and it costs twenty dollars. First time encountered this. In general, there are a lot of paid animations in the hotel - every day there is a paid lottery, foam parties are also paid. He brought the child to the playground to play - and right there with us, her boy pissed. The child refused to play on this playground.
I liked the rest in general. The way back was amazing, we really liked the guide Anexa who accompanied us, polite and smart.
If Pegasus also had such normal guides, and not those impudent and rude ones that we came across! On the way back there was a stop for a toilet in a very beautiful cafe, made in the Turkish style. The prices for souvenirs there turned out to be very low, much cheaper than in the city, and we bought a beautiful watch there with a photo of Marmaris, threw us three lira. As a gift, the child was given a lot of beads. Very nice sellers, polite, did not impose anything. Guide Aneksa acted as an interpreter.
In general, I liked Anex more than Pegasus.