If you wish to be asked " How's your meal, Bon apetite, are you from Germany, enjoy your meal, would you like coffee " all within moments of either seating at your table, or just beginning to take a tentative mouthfull of nice looking but disappointing food, then this is the place for you ! I counted the number of staff who were working in the self service buffet, and they generally outnumbered the guests by about 3 to 1. The place was stuffed with smartly dressed chefs ( ? ) who stood behind pans of tempting but disappointing food ( I waited 4 days before I ate anything that was other than warm ! ) and did nothing. Waiters had set tasks, and wobetide anyone of them who accidentally did a colleagues task in error. A rotund and impressively officious man who was obviously the boss in there chastised them for their errors. One young waiter ( ? ) spent the first few days of my stay there pushing a trolley ( " we're exporting there to Thailand did you know ? " ) loaded with Sangria, pestering the diners with " would you like a cocktail as they began to tuck into their meal. For the 2nd half of the week he was relegated to the same task, but with sachets of instant coffee this time, just as everyone again began tucking in, ( "would you like a coffee ?" ) . The slightly more important waiter staff gathered in groups, blocking the doorway into the outside buffett area, and the staff has developed the technique of suddenly walking backwards at you as you pass by, so causing some swift evasion necessary if you were to avoid wearing the meal you were carrying. This was inevitable anyway, as the soup ( White soup or pinkish soup were 2 of the options, tepid was mandatory ! ) was spooned out by ourselves into soup dishes which like the coffee cups, didn't fit properly onto the saucers, and wobbled away as you walked spilling the contents onto the floor or your sandles. The sensible option was to put a paper napkin on the saucer, make your way back to your table if you could remember where it was in the early days following your arrival, and wring out the spillage back into the bowl or cup, fortunately this didn't alter the taste ! Everyday was a challenge, the layout of the food selection in the diningroom changed, and nothing was in any logical sequence. Bread was available, sometimes with pats of butter actually on the same table, other days required some detective work if this was your optional starter. After having walked a good kilometyer around the vast diningroom to gather your food, you then needed to negotiate once more the chatty and repetative waiters questioning," Is this your 1st day here ? Are you from Germany ? " Once at your table, food was consumed swiftly, not because it was wholesome, but because it was now going cold ! On my last morning there, I was almost finished with my breakfast, but wished for a coffee to help wash down the remains of the omelette ( only hot food I ate as it was made by a chef who had never heard of the word 'smile '.) After leaving my table for 30 seconds to sprint the half kilometyer to the coffee urn, I returned wrists awash with coffee, only to find some enterprising person ( not my actual description ! ) had cleared the table of my breakfast, replaced the tablecloth and all the cutlery and serviettes, it's as if I had not existed that morning, all traces of me were gone ! I was there halfboard, yet if I wanted coffee with my evening meal, I had to pay for it. It was irrelevant that I could have drunk enough to float an oil tanker at breakfast, but " no " " you must sign here for it " GET REAL ! ! ! I was lucky in that I was on a diving holiday, so I didn't have to try to kill time all the rest of the day whilst there, I would have died of boredom ! There are some entertainments for the kiddies, but adults ? Forget it ! The hotel is in the Eastern Desert, so traveller beware ! if you have to rely on taxis, take loads of money with you. They will rob you blind ! Due to an error on my behalf, I failed to arrange transfere from the airport to the hotel. On arrival at Marsa airport, I finally sorted things out, and a helpfull private hire minibus took me and 4 other hapless travellers to our destination. This cost me £30 return, which angered me as the hotel is about 4 kms from the airport, so close I could have walked it ! Have pity on two English girls I met at the airport on our return leg, They had holidayed down near the Suadanese border, no transferes ? A taxi ride costing £40 each way from Marsa airport. They afforded themselves a trip to a nearby ' shopping area ' ( read ' dustbowl ' ) and decided to stop for a cuppa, after waiting 30 minutes to be served, they questioned the delay to be informed that as they were women they cannot be served, only men !
To sum the experience up, the hotel ( apartment complex ) is not bad, clean, rooms basic, but good, The staff ? ? ? Inexperienced with western culture in the dining room, wouldn't mind if the food was Egyptian in style ! The staff intefere too much, and don't leave the diner in peace to eat Nobody there has the remotest idea how to run a restaurant / dining room. I was the only Brit there, mostly middle aged Germans who looked like they were at death's door, some French people, and a young Russian couple, the boy of whom gave his girlfriend overt molestation in the diningroom, oblivious to the stares of the other diners ! The final delights making my holiday one to forget, was that about 100 m from the hotel is a 3 story diesel powered generating plant which ran noisily for about 22 hours each day. If the prevailing wind blew away from us, all was peace and light, if the wind died, or blew towards us NOISE IN ABUNDANCE THROUGH THE NIGHT ! To add insult to injury, on my 3rd night there I had retired to bed early for a good read, when at 10 past 10 I was treated to the litling tones of an electric powered circular saw about 30 yards away with the user happily hacking into the paving stones he was laying on a new path, " Right !" I went out and had words, it was as if this was the norm, so is the attitude in this place, customers needs don't come into the equation at all ! I'm not biased, I've been to Sharm 4 times in 3 years, and loved it, The attitude of the locals there, both in the accomodation and around the local area is a world away from Marsa Alam. Traveller beware, you have been warned !
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