Palmea Hotel

My toilet smell was very bad. Like sewage smell. Then I wanted to show my wife my room but wasn’t allowed even tho I said you can come with me. Also breakfast can be better

Kahvaltı daki çeşit çok az.Bir peyniri üç farklı şekil de keserek setvis etmişler.Zeytinler erimiş.Domates,salatalık özensiz kesilmiş şekilde.Öğlen ve akşam yemeklerinde bol bol tavuk eti yine karşınıza üç,dört şekil de çıkıyor.Haşlama,kavurma,ızgara:) Kırmızı eti unutun:) Ara da donuk hamburger,şinitsel,döner veriyorlar.Gelelim bar kısmına.Tezgahlar,bardaklar,kullanılan alet edavat leş gibi.Bütün bardaklar lekeli ve evirip çevirip herkes aynı bardakları kullanıyor.Tuvalet kağıtları tek kat.Döndür Allah döndür :) Havuz küçücük.Hiç yüzmedik.Güzel olan tek şey odadaki klimaydı:)Hiç tavsiye etmem.

I feel a bit sorry for this hotel because it really has potential but could use some serious TLC. The staff were charming and buzzing around like they were in a race—except for the boss lady, who looked like she’d just lost a game of Monopoly. Pros: I loved that the hotel gives back to the local community. I'd much rather support locals than a faceless corporate giant. Cons: Now, let’s talk about the need for a makeover. Our room didn’t just feel unclean; it felt like there was a crime scene, there was a massive red stain on the curtain—seriously, how hard is it to replace those? The bedsheets looked freshly laundered but still had stains that could tell their own horror stories. And the bed bases? I didn’t want to look too closely at the mattress; I half expected to find an archaeological dig underneath. The TVs were so non-smart, I wondered if they were still running on dial-up. The bathroom door had a brown stain that I’m pretty sure wasn’t in the original design, and the taps had turned a lovely shade of “who knows what.” The bin looked like it had survived a tornado. While the budget prices might attract a rowdy crowd, I encountered quite a few loud Brits who seemed to think they were at a pub rather than a hotel. But I did enjoy the location—though I suspect our room was in the staff quarters. Those chairs in the reception? Someone get a carpet cleaner in there quick First impressions matter! I’m far from posh. But, I’m too good for that hotel. Never again.