Today I move from the Semiramis to the pyramids resort. I have booked a car as at least there is some sort of comfort and safety in using the hotel cars. What I didn’t expect is for the driver to start offering a cheap trip around the pyramids before I get to the hotel. That really has got my hacklers up and eventually I had to be quite rude and demand we went straight to the hotel. There the bell-boy, about 50, showing me to the room starts discussing Blair and Bush. This time I was just as rude and felt like discussing this with the hotel, but what’s the point.
This is not a businessman’s hotel and definitely caters for visitors passing through. Tired, looks like the mid 80’s it’s still a good standard but needs a lot of TLC. It’s as if they haven’t given it a facelift since it was built. I reckon it would be better to sell it.
The superior room is a duplex with the lounge, desk, tv downstairs with a shower room just off it and the bedroom upstairs with a larger bathroom. As it stands it’s ok but not the standard of the Intercontinental that I so love. Call me a snob.
Within a few minutes of getting into the room the ambassador status kicks in with three different scurries from staff doing the mini bar, bowl of fruit and gift. Inwardly I am still seething but recognise that this is a holiday hotel and half the usual price.
It is a quiet day with a stroll and sitting by the pool which although the sun is out I have no intention of entering, as it looks too cold. The young lad that jumped in was out faster than his entry with his mum and sisters just laughing.