This hotel is the very worst I have ever stayed in. Granted it was cheap and that should have been a warning. When I arrived, they had no record of my booking and took twenty minutes to find my details (I booked through AlphaRooms.com). I was taken to my room, down some stairs into what seemed like a dingy basement area, past a kind of display of dead plants, twigs and cigarette butts, to a dark and slightly smelly room. When the 'porter' dumped the bags, and I closed the door I found a large cockroach on the floor, on its back wriggling its legs. I immediately complained to reception, and was moved to another room, thankfully lighter and cleaner.
I had booked half board,and so breakfast and evening meal was included. Breakfast consisted of a hard boiled egg, a yoghurt, a processed cheese triangle, and a pre-packed muffin. This did not change, and the same sorry meal was sat waiting on the table every morning. I decided to buy fresh croissants and made my own coffee with the kettle I took with me. The evening meal did change nightly but was very poor indeed. The first night was a tray of soggily cooked potato chunks, and some grilled bits of chicken. That was it. The second night was some pasta in a watery tomato sauce and some supicious grilled fish.
The room was not clean, hairs in the bathroom, all kinds of dirt and muck encrusted around the bath. At least the air conditioning worked. Outside the terrace doors was a small crazy golf area, unused, and filled with brick rubble. There was a private beach for the hotel, but the entrance was about a twenty minute walk along the adjacent street, down a dry river bed and then back along the beach past the private beaches of the more expensive hotels, until you reach a ten foot wide strip with three pairs of broken beach beds and a sign hanging from the parasol saying' Hotel Dalia, private parasol'. The beach was crowded and loud, and full of screeching children from the hotels either side.
There is a pool at the hotel, thankfully a not too unpleasant one, which seemed fairly clean. But no sooner had I setled down on a lounger, than the pool filled up with screaming local children, who spent their time constantly jumping and diving into the pool while yelling at the top of their voices. This is not conducive to a peaceful doze by the pool. Apparently the hotel owners let their friends and neighbours use the pool. I knew they were not paying guests as there were only approximately 8 people staying there.
The hotel staff were completely unhelpful and unresponsive. If you had a question or problem they'd roll their eyes and mumble some answer and go back to wtaching the tv or reading their newspaper. One morning when there was a power-cut they just shrugged and turned their backs when I tried to complain.
I have read other reviews here, and they are either very good or excruciatingly bad. I suspect the good ones have been written by hotel staff, as the quality of the written English is appalling.
If you want a peaceful and enjoyable holiday DO NOT stay at this dump. I do not know how they can get away with what they do. Book elsewhere, hopefully spend a bit more money and go for one of the better class of hotels, who will appreciate your custom.
Incidentally, if you are planning a first trip to Tunisia be aware of the following...
I first visited Tunisia, specifically Hammamet around 25-30 years ago, and went back frequently for some years, having found the town utterly enchanting and very friendly. I have just come back from a week's trip, hoping to recapture the magic of those times, and to see again somewhere that held a special place in my heart. But I was very disappointed. Hammamet has grown like a monster, too many new buildings, many many thousands more people and cars, and its friendly nature has disappeared and been replaced with a selfish, grasping, greedy side.
This trip was so very different from my previous ones. As I wandered around I was constantly assailed by shouts from men... 'Hello!! English?' Or more frequently 'Hello, you remember me? I am chef in your hotel.' This last one a blatant lie to try and engage me in conversation, and thus to try and get money out of me one way or another.
As I tried to walk around the Medina and quietly browse the shops I was CONSTANTLY greeted with an outstretched hand, and asked if I was German. If I took the hand of a handsome lad then I was physically pulled into the shop and my way was barred if I tried to leave. The greed was so ugly, and their desire to not let a 'rich' tourist out of their sight before they had fleeced them out of as much cash as possible was overwhelming. I ended up walking with my head down, as quickly as possible, to avoid the intense barrage of calls. This is a very unpleasant side of Hammamet life, something I never experienced in the mid-eighties. You should be aware and prepared for this.
- Also Known As:
- Dalia Hotel Hammamet