The drive from Rincon to Samara should have taken four hours. After two and a half we arrive. But not without angering about the only petrol station five kilometres before Samara, because it doesn’t accept any credit card and we have just less cash with us. However we find the hotel this time very quickly. Just passing the village’s entrance Annette says: ‘It has to be on the left side... ah! There it is already.’ Immediately we found a parking lot and so we are looking forward to our room.
Unfortunately, this isn’t ready, yet, so that we have to wait about two hours. Well, not bad at all. That we don’t get anything to drink, because the restaurant is closed, is a pity. As we shall lodge a blank check for the meal and drinks, my warning lights began do glow. To sign an empty check with visa in advance? No, that is not want I to do, even if -- so it seems – most of the guest do it like that.
Apart from the distressed greeting, however, the Giada is a nice hotel. From our room up to the silent swimming-pool there are about 10 metres to walk, the garden is small, but nice and with enough couches and shadowy places and the Jacuzzi we use gladly. It is a pity, that I of all things at the first time since years, that I relax in the blazing sun, forget to anoint my breast with sun creme. Mark my words: sun protection factor 20 forgotten = sun protection factor 0 = frizzle frizzle = heavy sunburn )-: = ouch!
In the evening, the restaurant, where you can eat pizza, is quite animated, because many tourists come from out of town. It’s not expensive, but we eat anywhere else. Pizza? We can have that home. At least, the cleansing agent distributed, obviously by the litre in the rooms, by the staff are smelling intensely. Consequently, Annette wakes up the first morning and just feels ill. Then, in the afternoon, we opened the door to terrace and let run the ventilator.
