This is one usual day in the Sunberks glorious (not) hotel in the two weeks we were there. bearing in mind me and husband are the only two from UK.). The rest being mainly from two countries!!! Everything with them revolves around food, being first and bagging sunbeds and umbrellas. To which in two weeks we got a sunbed twice, minus an umbrella. The first time I think I heard the words ingilizceyi siktir et (so use google translate!) we had this in several languages doing nothing to antagonise anyone. 5am - everyone’s alarm goes off so they can throw their towels/t shirts/kids/ husbands on the sunbeds, the first ones to go are the ones next to a brolly which are few! Then it’s back to bed after resetting alarm for 7.45 to throw on something and race down for 8am doors open for breakfast and it’s a bunfight! Staff lock doors at 10am ready for 12pm lunch. - meanwhile these ‘guests’ have left towels on beds etc and gone back to bed or gone shopping or to beach. Haven’t actually used them. Serious pushing and shoving and grabbing at lunch. 2pm doors close again. Off they go back to rooms or shopping or something whilst the lonely sun beds are kept company by their belongings. 4pm cakes and biscuits AND miraculously even though all sunbeds appear occupied (but not by sunbathers - just t shirts and towels, all reappear and another bun fight because they haven’t chewed anything for at least 6 minutes. Load plates up like it’s shrove Tuesday and send their kids for another plateful - most of it goes in bin. 7pm doors open for dinner (yes you have the just of this now and know where it’s going….) but this is where it gets serious, they haven’t eaten for what all of 2 hours. They are starving. Lift the lids on the dishes of food and guess what, chefs been playing 101 things to do with the sprouts no one ate yesterday. But they dive in regardless with relish because the chef (that’s a bloody laugh in itself!) has added a couple of sticks of celery and made use of the left over fried whatever from lunch which they tried to pass off as turkey steaks! NOW onto salad bar where the flies are playing a great game of Chuck up the dog poo they have ****** up outside, then pudding, mainly a square of sponge with some sort of congealed jellied mess in different colours on top (regardless of colour it all tastes same and Betty Crockers it isn’t,) And a couple of sickly cakes, which the kids take about 5 slices each and it’s all gone, unless you want to dig it out bin because mainly the kids have eyes which are bigger than their parents bottoms and just take so much because they are good at balancing acts on plates and cant bear to leave anything for anyone else! Then it’s bag all the chairs and tables next to pool for evening entertainment, but it’s all based around Eastern European and in those languages. They pander to them and wonder why uk don’t come here anymore. Likewise with drinks. Certain drinks for certain people. Also don’t think that the rea
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