The hand shaken and we bought all-inclusive tour at the boutique hotel in Antalya - Prima Hotel ***+ . Our acquaintance with the boutique boutique started with trying to cheat us on 57 lires, putting money under a plate with the delicious nothing. A careful emigrant from the CIS countries reported that the course is not more than 5 lira per dollar, but by great love she exchanges us money for 5.3 ( in fact in exchange - 5.57 ). We, unfortunately, were aware of the present course and politely refused, having returned the lira from under the plate, after which the Russian-speaking girlfriend didn't even look in our side (perhaps only spit in food, but we will never know about it). Our beautiful everything was turned off: The generous table was settled with unfresh sausages, overdue yoghurt, most likely dull eggs, cotton on the stock, cuts of bread (when trying to take a whole bulk was brushed) and semi-finished. Sometimes, the breakfast was offered sausages that didn't even eat local cats. Drinks are a separate reason for the proudness of the hotel's lakehouse - soluble coffee, dirty cups, but if you want, you can drink juice if you want a girlfriend is at the bar. If not, I'm sorry. The juice, by the way, will pour a little more than half a glass and throw it on the counter so it becomes clear that this is the last glass for today. Ol inclusive is famous for unlimited alcohol, but our apparently too was too much - we were offered an unlimited one glass of wine OR beer, which, given the quality of the rest of the food, we did not risk. Walking around the local five points in search of food, we found that everything we are given ”meat” - is bought on the stock not more than 4 lira per kilo (for comparison - ice cream is worth 5 lira). Now we want to talk about purity. Everywhere. The rooms are cleaned at least once a day and not intense than a pair of swabs (under the bed we were welcomely waiting for a condom, and we kindly left it to the next standing. The dirty public toilets and dusty TV were not so beautiful As snow towels that deserve Oscar (and we, as they used them, the Darwin Prize). We suspected the bad when we found our towels on the balcony floor. On the incoming and already native spots we realized that these were our old towels and asked them to change. The administrator kindly did it and promised to defamate the cleaners. After a day, we decided to mark the towels with a non-water ink and put them on the floor so that it was clear - they needed to be replaced. When we arrived at the room in the evening we found folded triangles of towels with our own labels - they just folded them from the floor on the bed. Please enjoy, dear guests. We went again to the resepschen for new and got a very strange reaction: The good administrator suddenly ripped, shook the iron bank and threw it out. The reactions we didn't understand, but we remained waiting - towels are needed. And we got them, but the administrator, for some reason, stopped saying hi and smile. Next time we got the sweaty towels again, but already with
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