Ridvan Hotel

We ended our relationship with this hotel, which we had been saying for three years that it would get better this year, but which we chose because of its location, this year. A business is never renewed. The world forgot about Covid and the Pandemic. There are still Covid precaution posters in this hotel. Rıdvan Hotel, which welcomes you with its unique smell at the entrance, does its best not to receive the 3rd star. The rooms were built especially small because they didn't want you to move comfortably. Let me explain the comfort of the beds like this: Before you die, you lie on the musalla stone without a coffin. If you can still sleep and wake up in the morning because of the terrible noise of the street, I think you should be thankful. Well, the air conditioners I know leak water out, but ours was a special series, and I guess it was leaking water in, right into the socket separated from the wall. We are very lucky to have left without getting burned. The bathroom and toilet are a disaster in themselves. Do not try to turn around in the bathtub, otherwise you will be harassed by the bathroom fixture. The target of the phone shower is everywhere except your body. Adjusting the hot and cold water balance requires very fine engineering. The urine yellow toilet seat looks like the one worn by Mr. Rıdvan, who I assume is the founder of the Rıdvan Hotel. They have an approach that makes you think that cleanliness brings justice. I think they have a mentor who misleads them by saying the more germs, the more customers. And oh that breakfast, delicious tomatoes, cucumbers and cheese served right out of the tin. I think even eggs are tired of being served the same way. Fortunately, there is bagel. If you are still going after reading this much, be sure to take a mop, a mop, ear plugs, and most importantly, bleach with you.