Oh, where do I begin with this sorry excuse for a hotel? Upon arrival, I was welcomed by an old man with the charm of an ogre. I was surprised when he said that airconditioning is not included in my room reservation, and if I want to turn it on, I will be charged GBP 18. Yep, that’s in pounds (Fethiye isn’t dubbed Little Britain for nothing). Don’t be fooled by the inviting blue swimming pool in the photos, as they didn’t tell you that this pool will be filled with old people (in their 60s and 70s) in their swimming suits. Really, it looks like this is a recreational center for old British retirees. At breakfast, I watched horrified as one portly old man started stuffing his pockets with bread and butter from the buffet table. One time, I tried borrowing an electrical adapter from the ogre but he was curt and didn’t offer to charge my phone for even one minute. To add to the horror, some septuagenarian had a heart attack or something while I was there. The panic across the staff was palpable. Ugh, avoid this place with a ten-foot pole. (The only good thing was they served watermelons in the breakfast buffet).
