I flew out from Gatwick with Thomson. Not an ardent fan of the airline. The seats are so close its practically knees into chest in the foetal position for the whole of the 5 hour flight. Crumbs its only bearable knowing what awaits me - a 2 week vacation staying what I hope is going to a good quality 5 star brand new hotel.
After the usual formalities at the Airport I was driven by shuttle bus to the Iberotel Il Mercato hotel. At first sight I was impressed. The pictures on the company's website were for once a true reflection of what I actually saw on a sultry Monday evening.
I was escorted to my room and I was similarly bowled over by my accommodation for the next fortnight. Although small, it had everything I needed; flatscreen TV, plenty of cupboard space and a vast array of toiletries in the bathroom which included a biday (who the hell uses this). The Kingsize bed was firm but comfortable. The view from the balcony looked out to the front gates which were manned by 2 burly security guards with police-style batons strapped to their sides.
After I settled in and unburden by suitcase of most of its contents I took a stroll towards the Mercato Promenade. By now it was close to midnight. The promenade had the usual branded shops but nothing distinguished it from any other shopping arcade that you would find in England.
As I walked back to the hotel my initial misgivings about booking this hotel were unwarranted. I was reasonably satisfied that although this was a leap in the dark I was happy that I seemed to have landed on firm ground
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