Our last minute "allocated on arrival" holiday was cheap. The courier told us that the St GeorgesPark Hotel was in a lively part of town, with easy access to the whole of the island. The entrance to the hotel was impressive but not grand, and the tired 1960s foyer suggested to us what the rest of the hotel was like. We slowly, as the lift only had two speeds (extremely slow and stop), rose to the eighth floor and trundled our luggage along the dark and dismal corridor to our apartment. I use the term advisedly because the room was fairly grim. Its cold tiled floor housed two single beds that would not have been out of place in a local homeless centre's dormitory. They were covered with bedding that I think must have been purchased when the hotel was built. It was clean but extremely thin and in need of replacement. There was a TV balanced precariously on a well-used table and a lumpy bed settee pushed alongside the veranda window.
On the far side of this large room was the kitchenette, with a table for four covered in a plastic tablecloth with numerous skirmish cuts from the bread knife. The cutlery and crockery was not matching and confirmed the belief that no one managing this establishment really cared. An ancient two-ring electric cooker had pride of place on the well-worn worktop next to a "well-hammered" stainless steel sink. Ill-fitting kitchen cupboards adorned the wall. What had we come to?
The view from the spacious veranda was unfortunately totally uninspiring. At a push we could see the sea, but the predominant view was that of large cranes, nightclubs, and grubby streets. But the sun loungers were comfortable and did catch most of the day's sun.
The hotel boasted two swimming pools, but one was closed, and the tired uninspiring breeze blocked terraces of the apartments surrounding the other. Additionally, the hotel charged for the privilege of using cushions for the sun loungers. I was not impressed.
At night the sleepy streets of St Julian's Bay came to life, and the streets pulsated with young bodies intent on having a good time in the local nightclubs, whose signs were now flashing brightly to attract the customers. Indeed by the time we were going to bed, they were just starting to get going! The first night we made the mistake of leaving the widows open - the noise kept us awake. Okay, we closed the window and turn on the apartment's fan. It's large and effective, but I reckon its bearings have gone. We'll never sleep! Then the sun breaks through - we have slept and conquered the noise factor. On one evening we paid to eat in the resteraunt, there was no choice only fish or pork stew(disgusting).
To be kind, I'd say the whole complex was tired and in need of renovation, but in reality, it echoed our general impression of Malta - it was neglected and in need of a total re-fit. It is not to be recommended unless they've done a lot of work over the years DO NOT GO TO THIS COMPLEX for your own sanity.
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About 10 years ago I booked to go here but after hearing a few horror stories, paid extra money and changed to Spain instead! Hmm, not improved much then! :)
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