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The Deniz Atlanta hotel is the pits; the carpets are filthy; the layout is a joke; the services are suspect; the staff are incredibly lazy.We arrived at breakfast early to find no bread, no glasses and no staff as they were sat in their little staff room having a natter.The dining room looked like it had just been infested by a locust plague of biblical proportions all of which had detonated thermonuclear devices on the way through.And the staff were still sat in their office gossiping.They complacently brought out some bread when Maria asked for it and they got some glasses too...when Maria asked for some.We then watched in total bewilderment as they all prepared themselves breakfast mid-service, making guests wait behind them, and then b*****ed off back to their little cubby hole to do some more nothingness.Totally astonishing!!House keeping deserve a thumbs up though as the lady servicing our room did a fantastic job.
We left breakfast pronto before we lost patience with them, killed some time working then headed off to the ASTI bus station for our 3 o'clock departure for Goreme, the place in the 'hills' famous for the homes carved into the rocks.The journey was pleasant enough, Metro coaches are pretty swish, and at 1930 as we were pulling into town Maria called ahead for our transfer pick-up.'We're 10 minutes from Goreme, could someone please come and pick us up from the Metro office?' chirped Maria.'No problem', came the reply, 'We'll send someone now'.As we got up and prepared to alight from the bus a chap behind us said that the bus was in fact running late and that Goreme was actually another hour away...oops!With the transfer cancelled we continued on our merry way and stopped at a drop off, where, unbeknownst to us we had to get off and finish the journey in a mini-bus.The bus had enough seats for 12 passengers....20 people then boarded but we were 'ok jack' as we bagged our seats before the other tourists (yes the French) climbed on.We then had another 20 minutes of winding roads to navigate, with Frenchies hanging on for dear life, before our journey ended at this most delightful boutique hotel, the Kelebek.It is so incredibly relaxing , but chilly, as we're at an altitude of 1100 metres.This place is everything we love in a hotel; warm; quaint; friendly; professional!The receptionist did a good sell on a hot-air balloon ride so we're now getting picked up at 0530 on 26 April to float on the wind and view this delectable town from the air.
We spent a couple hours in the really chilled atmosphere of the lobby, which is more like a sitting room, then went to our cave to get ready for bed.Bathroom light on...bathroom light on...bathroom light on...guess not then!Normally, not having light in a bathroom is not too much of a problem in a house as there's usually sufficient light flooding in from elsewhere to make sure you don't miss the pan and don't poke your eye out with the tooth brush.It's not quite the same in a cave!So equipped with my now trusted head torch and 4 t-light candles from reception, we performed our bedtime rituals and went to sleep in single beds; we're moving to a double room tomorrow.
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