This is an all-inclusive resort, but is really more of an all-inclusive gulag. All-inclusive means you have the choice of all you can drink beer (one to choose from), wine on-tap (really, like beer, on tap) or Turkish cola. Because the wine and beer tasted like bodily waste, I always opted for the Turk-a-Cola.

As for the food, think airline food. In Coach. On a day when the usual food supplier has run out and the airline needed to pick up what they needed from a guy named Gregor on the side of the road.

I must say the view of the ocean from the room was great. But no matter how intensely I stared at it, I couldn't be distracted from the fact that there was No (NONE) hot water in the shower; the room was never cleaned until I cornered the maid and escorted her to the room for a cleaning; in spite of 5 requests for towels, they never came; there was no difference between the amount of sand on the beach and the amount on the floor of our room (actually, I'm convinced that there was more sand in our room, since the beach was mostly razor-sharp rocks); the TV only showed 3 channels, all in Russian (nope, none in Russian) and the bell and front desk staff was like dealing with Manuel and Basil from Fawlty Towers: every time I visited the lobby, the front desk staff was engaged in a heated argument with a guest.

Also, there was a disco just below our room that went on until midnight and another that went until 2 AM, with the music BLARING until those times. Then, we were awakened by the morning "animation" shows at 10 AM, BLARING more music. Unfortunately, my prayers for a sniper rifle were never realized.

After a few nights, we moved to a different resort. Other than all of the above, it was great!