Ужасное место Terrible place

CHOOSE "Hotel Season" for us, our friends, who brought us there. We were with kids, so there was not much time to look for a good place. The first thing that caught my eye was the tattered perimeter fence that separated the already miserable houses from the coast....We settled in an hour after the guys who were resting before us left... The cleaning lady, who allegedly cleaned the room, did not see anything before her eyes when she left the room and could not clearly answer the elementary questions posed to her, it was left to guess what she was doing for an hour with a rag and a mop in the room. WELL IN SHORT: 1 of the steps, when entering the room, barely held on and was at an inclination of 60 degrees, a terrace made of sawdust, which, if you walk barefoot ruthlessly turned into splinters, a sharp, vile smell hit your nose in the room upon check-in, which, as it turned out later came from a bedspread on the bed (dried vomit), the doors to the bathroom did not close, but they had to be closed constantly, because a terrible sewer smell came from there. There were windows with a mosquito net, but in the evening after airing it turned out that there were mosquitoes in the bottom room, and all because there was a gaping hole with a diameter of 15-20 centimeters on the net in the middle of the window. At night I woke up from the fact that the ceiling was falling on me, in the morning local craftsmen reluctantly came and wrapped a couple of self-tapping screws into the ceiling, well, so that the neighbors from above did not accidentally come to visit us through their floor... The room is generally dirty, with clouds of dust, stench, dirt, the shelves in the bathroom were not screwed, it was scary to hang the curtain, because everything was moldy, and, accordingly, no detergents, cleaners, fireworks, etc. And... I also forgot to mention the towels in the form of floor rags, which were included in the bedding set (but we didn’t even touch it), and on departure, the same bruised cleaning lady began to resent what kind of terrible towels they never had they weren't there. . . It was both sad and funny to convince her otherwise. . . And a few words about food. Malaya 3 years old ordered semolina porridge at a local restaurant-cafe on the first evening. That same night, she became ill, returned all the porridge... and that was the end of our trips to this cafe. I heard from the neighbors from the rooms that their little one went through the same thing, and no one eats in that cafe....Well, something like that.
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