“It is a lie! Do not come.”
I was happy to find the place close to the beach, but the room looked nothing like the photo—no closets or lockers, just one outlet for six people tucked behind someone else's bed. The bathroom was a tiny space with only a toilet and a shower head, and the so‑called window couldn't be opened or seen through, lacking a curtain to darken it. The view faced the pool, where staff chatter was always audible. Cleaning never happened for days, and they never handed us toilet paper. For two days, staff wandered in and out of our room without knocking, as if they could just drop by whenever they wanted. It felt like the resort was trying to squeeze more money out of us by turning a former storage room into a six‑bed bunk room. I overpaid; a friend paid half the price for a private bedroom with breakfast at the next‑door hotel. The place didn't feel like a hostel at all—no social room, no planned activities, a dirty pool, and unfriendly staff. One bunk bed was directly under the AC. I do not recommend it.
LisaΠριν ένα χρόνο