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We are resting in Kusadasi for the fifteenth year in a row.
They flew, as always, without delays and adventures. Meeting in the standard version. The transfer guide girl stands at the door of the bus, marks the arrivals and invites them to the bus. Thirty minutes pass, the nearby buses left the parking lot one by one. Our bus is standing, and the girl is standing at the door with a blank look. When asked about the reason for the delay, he answers: “One family is missing. ” We are sitting, the girl is standing, waiting. Another ten or fifteen minutes pass, the situation does not change. And then, fortunately for us, a young man in a TEZ TOUR uniform appears, apparently suggesting a brilliant solution to the pensive girl - to get on the bus and check the passengers on the list. It turned out that the expected family had long been on the bus. Thank God, let's go.
I listened to the introductory lecture for the fifteenth time on the way from the airport to the hotel. The previous fourteen looked like twin brothers. This time the girl was surprised. Not a word about the history of the country, not a word about geography and climate. What she “given out” can be called a briefing before visiting the market. Her eloquence lasted ten minutes.
The bus was not allowed into the hotel. Dropped off on the street. We practiced in the race with suitcases - the girl was in a hurry.
Now about the hotel.
Stayed at the Gumuldur Resort from 29.08 to 8.09. 18. I draw attention to the word "were", because. it can be called rest only according to the principle “If you don’t work, then you rest”.
Contingent. 80% are Turks with continuously and everywhere screaming children of all ages, 10% are Poles, 10% are citizens of the CIS. The Germans, French and other Europeans, apparently, have already appreciated all the charms of this sanatorium-dispensary of the Red Janissary weaving factory and are not going to experiment anymore.
Territory. Very talented guys managed to fill 32.000 sq. m of the hotel area with low-rise buildings so that there was practically no territory left. Two- and four-story buildings, separate restaurant and lobby buildings, parking. Everything. Only narrow paths between them. But they are filled with cars of Turkish citizens. Buses bringing and taking away tourists do not enter the hotel territory - it is not possible to turn around. Tourists puffing merrily roll their suitcases from the street to the hotel and back.
Number. It is not recommended to touch the exclusive furniture in the room, apparently made by the Waste Labor artel. Furniture tends to move somewhere - to part, to crawl, to fall off. The air conditioner, to the best of its ability, pretends to work, driving warm, moist air from the street into the room. He probably realizes that he is doing something wrong and systematically turns off. Plumbing - "the wreckage of the empire. " The hole in the floor tile reliably ensures the unhindered flow of water from the shower, successfully replacing the shower tray. The seat and lid of the toilet show inexplicable restlessness, and constantly change their position in space. We have to catch them and return them to their place. There are no glasses, let alone wine glasses in the room, although they bring water. Animal lovers will certainly be pleased with the presence of ants in the room. It is best to “catch” the maid immediately after she has moved the mop in your room and demand the missing towels from her.
Restaurant. It is difficult to call this dining room of Mosselprom a restaurant. Be prepared to see: furniture of various sizes, tables without tablecloths, carts with dirty dishes rattling along the tables, waiters carelessly walking around the restaurant during dinner, an empty bar. Do not try to find tea or coffee during dinner. They are not here. As there are no teaspoons or dessert spoons. Be prepared for drinks to be poured into a plastic cup. No water, no wine glasses, no ashtrays on the tables is not worth looking for.
Nutrition. Chicken - rice - pasta, pasta - chicken - rice. A queue of 40-50 people for shawarma. The pastry is disgraceful. Fruits - slightly pink watermelons, tasteless melons, wooden plums.
Beach. A narrow rocky strip of land (from 3 to 10 m wide and 50 m long) between the concrete wall and the water smoothly and unobtrusively, without any distinctions, turns into a wasteland generously fertilized with household and construction waste. Between the hotel fence, festively decorated with neat rings of barbed wire, and the beach there is a public pedestrian road. The entrance to the water is steep, stones. After lunch every day a strong wind, waves.
Pools. The main swimming pool (1.4m) at block A resembles GUM during the sale from morning to evening. The pandemonium is accompanied by appropriate acid music and the shrieks of Turkish children.
The pool between blocks C and D (1.6 m) is quite suitable for its intended use, but only until lunch. After dinner, out of nowhere, teenagers appear without bracelets on their hands and something vaguely reminiscent of the struggle of Nanai boys in the water begins, to the accompaniment of the same heart-rending screams.
Swimming pool with three standard water slides. It is not safe to let a child near them. Poor children of all countries and peoples are pressed against the sides of the pool, fleeing from the hundred-kilogram "boys" covered with thick black wool, with the roar of wounded hippos moving down the hills.
Wi Fi works on the principle: “Do you see a gopher? - Not. “And I don’t see it, but it’s there. ”
The hotel guide Lilia was seen only on the first day. Probably the girl thought that she made an indelible impression on us. I decided that this was enough for us and did not appear at the hotel again.
The end of the holiday was no less exciting. The plan was to leave the hotel at 6:10. At 5:50 began looking for a receptionist in order to hand over the keys to the room and cards of beach towels. This nonsensical activity continued for 35 minutes, but the aforementioned subject was never located.
And, like a cherry on top, the bus arrived 15 minutes late. Exhausted. It was no wonder to forget about us. Instead of an apology, quite logical in such a situation, the transfer guide girl, with an expression of extreme boredom on her face, said: “Fifteen minutes late is normal. If you are not satisfied, you can complain.
In general, we had a good rest. Thank God that they did not poison him and brought him to the airport alive and healthy.
They flew, as always, without delays and adventures. Meeting in the standard version. The transfer guide girl stands at the door of the bus, marks the arrivals and invites them to the bus. Thirty minutes pass, the nearby buses left the parking lot one by one. Our bus is standing, and the girl is standing at the door with a blank look. When asked about the reason for the delay, he answers: “One family is missing. ” We are sitting, the girl is standing, waiting. Another ten or fifteen minutes pass, the situation does not change. And then, fortunately for us, a young man in a TEZ TOUR uniform appears, apparently suggesting a brilliant solution to the pensive girl - to get on the bus and check the passengers on the list. It turned out that the expected family had long been on the bus. Thank God, let's go.
I listened to the introductory lecture for the fifteenth time on the way from the airport to the hotel. The previous fourteen looked like twin brothers. This time the girl was surprised. Not a word about the history of the country, not a word about geography and climate. What she “given out” can be called a briefing before visiting the market. Her eloquence lasted ten minutes.
The bus was not allowed into the hotel. Dropped off on the street. We practiced in the race with suitcases - the girl was in a hurry.
Now about the hotel.
Stayed at the Gumuldur Resort from 29.08 to 8.09. 18. I draw attention to the word "were", because. it can be called rest only according to the principle “If you don’t work, then you rest”.
Contingent. 80% are Turks with continuously and everywhere screaming children of all ages, 10% are Poles, 10% are citizens of the CIS. The Germans, French and other Europeans, apparently, have already appreciated all the charms of this sanatorium-dispensary of the Red Janissary weaving factory and are not going to experiment anymore.
Territory. Very talented guys managed to fill 32.000 sq. m of the hotel area with low-rise buildings so that there was practically no territory left. Two- and four-story buildings, separate restaurant and lobby buildings, parking. Everything. Only narrow paths between them. But they are filled with cars of Turkish citizens. Buses bringing and taking away tourists do not enter the hotel territory - it is not possible to turn around. Tourists puffing merrily roll their suitcases from the street to the hotel and back.
Number. It is not recommended to touch the exclusive furniture in the room, apparently made by the Waste Labor artel. Furniture tends to move somewhere - to part, to crawl, to fall off. The air conditioner, to the best of its ability, pretends to work, driving warm, moist air from the street into the room. He probably realizes that he is doing something wrong and systematically turns off. Plumbing - "the wreckage of the empire. " The hole in the floor tile reliably ensures the unhindered flow of water from the shower, successfully replacing the shower tray. The seat and lid of the toilet show inexplicable restlessness, and constantly change their position in space. We have to catch them and return them to their place. There are no glasses, let alone wine glasses in the room, although they bring water. Animal lovers will certainly be pleased with the presence of ants in the room. It is best to “catch” the maid immediately after she has moved the mop in your room and demand the missing towels from her.
Restaurant. It is difficult to call this dining room of Mosselprom a restaurant. Be prepared to see: furniture of various sizes, tables without tablecloths, carts with dirty dishes rattling along the tables, waiters carelessly walking around the restaurant during dinner, an empty bar. Do not try to find tea or coffee during dinner. They are not here. As there are no teaspoons or dessert spoons. Be prepared for drinks to be poured into a plastic cup. No water, no wine glasses, no ashtrays on the tables is not worth looking for.
Nutrition. Chicken - rice - pasta, pasta - chicken - rice. A queue of 40-50 people for shawarma. The pastry is disgraceful. Fruits - slightly pink watermelons, tasteless melons, wooden plums.
Beach. A narrow rocky strip of land (from 3 to 10 m wide and 50 m long) between the concrete wall and the water smoothly and unobtrusively, without any distinctions, turns into a wasteland generously fertilized with household and construction waste. Between the hotel fence, festively decorated with neat rings of barbed wire, and the beach there is a public pedestrian road. The entrance to the water is steep, stones. After lunch every day a strong wind, waves.
Pools. The main swimming pool (1.4m) at block A resembles GUM during the sale from morning to evening. The pandemonium is accompanied by appropriate acid music and the shrieks of Turkish children.
The pool between blocks C and D (1.6 m) is quite suitable for its intended use, but only until lunch. After dinner, out of nowhere, teenagers appear without bracelets on their hands and something vaguely reminiscent of the struggle of Nanai boys in the water begins, to the accompaniment of the same heart-rending screams.
Swimming pool with three standard water slides. It is not safe to let a child near them. Poor children of all countries and peoples are pressed against the sides of the pool, fleeing from the hundred-kilogram "boys" covered with thick black wool, with the roar of wounded hippos moving down the hills.
Wi Fi works on the principle: “Do you see a gopher? - Not. “And I don’t see it, but it’s there. ”
The hotel guide Lilia was seen only on the first day. Probably the girl thought that she made an indelible impression on us. I decided that this was enough for us and did not appear at the hotel again.
The end of the holiday was no less exciting. The plan was to leave the hotel at 6:10. At 5:50 began looking for a receptionist in order to hand over the keys to the room and cards of beach towels. This nonsensical activity continued for 35 minutes, but the aforementioned subject was never located.
And, like a cherry on top, the bus arrived 15 minutes late. Exhausted. It was no wonder to forget about us. Instead of an apology, quite logical in such a situation, the transfer guide girl, with an expression of extreme boredom on her face, said: “Fifteen minutes late is normal. If you are not satisfied, you can complain.
In general, we had a good rest. Thank God that they did not poison him and brought him to the airport alive and healthy.
Translated automatically from Russian. View original
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