A Cautionary Account for Western Travelers
This establishment leaves an indelible impression — and not in a good way. From the moment of arrival, one is met with an undercurrent of prejudice against visitors from Western countries that borders on open hostility. The atmosphere is unmistakable; the staff make no attempt to conceal it.
When I attempted a simple exchange in English, the employee abruptly claimed total inability to understand or speak the language, then promptly assigned me to what can only be described as the worst room on the property — a gloomy semi-basement space with a view fit for a storage unit. This petty act of disregard perfectly set the tone for what followed.
The indifference began even earlier: despite confirming airport transfer in advance, no one arrived to collect me, nor did anyone respond to my repeated messages. Such disregard for basic communication and hospitality is emblematic of the operation as a whole.
The dining situation only deepened the disappointment. “Breakfast included” is a hollow promise — expect a rotating array of the cheapest, most processed meats imaginable: limp slices of bologna, rubbery hot dogs, and the same sad hard-boiled eggs day after day. The so-called salads are an affront to the term, drenched in an unidentifiable white paste that renders them inedible. The sight of tomatoes and coffee served side by side at breakfast was the final bewildering touch in an already dismal culinary experience.
