Bumerang Hotel

We celebrated a birthday in the hall, and everyone was very happy with the event. The service was excellent and the food really tasty. You can also hold a celebration in one of several gazebos, with options depending on your group size. Thanks to administrator O.M. for organizing it so well, and to the girls who served us, including Maria.

Calling this place a “health resort” is a stretch. The rooms are dirty, the bed feels like it’s from the Soviet era, and there’s no heating. A guy, probably a security guard, was put in the room. You have to ask for a fan or convector, and if you don’t ask, nobody brings one. The only decent things are that the houses are wooden and there’s a barbecue area. This might suit drivers passing through, but there’s a car repair shop nearby and the air smells of steel, smoke, and dust. It’s a 30-minute drive from the city. Honestly, it was awful. I do not recommend it at all.

Security is a real problem here. Instead of keeping order and people safe, the guards act unprofessionally and create a sense of chaos and danger. They seem unable to control themselves or understand their role. The way they speak is rude and arrogant, with no sign of clear thinking or responsibility.

The yard and gazebos weren’t bad, and I had almost no serious complaints about the food. But the rooms were filthy, and I’ll never come back to this place. There were five of us on a trip to Lviv, if I remember right. Some rooms had dirty, scratched walls and a bad smell. In my bathroom, water dripped from the ceiling. When we told the administration, they said to flush it and clean it. There was mold in the shower, and the walls were awful. My pillow had two big stains, and there were marks on the mattress and sheet. The TV was an old CRT, buzzing, hard to hear, and almost impossible to see. Friends in other rooms had a terrible TV too, and theirs didn’t work, though the other rooms were more or less okay. There’s construction nearby, so the noise and view aren’t great, and the walls are thin. It’s a pigsty.