Hotels With Pools in Murmansk Oblast, Russia

Everything was great. Recommended. Original style, nice staff, good location.

The hotel is hygienic overall and staff are quite friendly and helpful to tourists. Room is huge with well-maintained facilities, including heater and mutil-functional shower. Need to give appreciation to the hotel manager and staff as she’s articulative in English and Russian, who offered help to us to communicate for a lost item of us in a Yandex taxi. Highly recommended if going to skii / enjoy view of snowfall with families.

為了看極光臨時改了行程，本來在攜程上訂了兩間房，但是最後衹能確認一間，其中是誰的責任已經難以追究，然後攜程上包括中國國內平台都已經沒有別的酒店可以預訂，一行四人忐忑來到酒店辦入住三人間，想的是入住後再找房間。沒想到前台俄姨人巨好！她對着翻譯器巴拉巴拉説了一長串，過了幾秒翻譯器上譯出：無論如何至少可以讓你們落腳，我們才反應過來她願意讓我們四個人同時入住，然後給我們加了床，後來她還幫我們聯繫了本地極光獵人，也是一位俄姨，比我們前一天找的號稱中國人不騙中國人的大忽悠靠譜多了！！！我們也幸運遇到極光大爆發，最後冷的上車回暖時，敬業的獵人依舊在車外幫我們守極光，擔心我們錯過變化後更美的那一刻，真的遇到她們後就開始變得無比幸運。 酒店入口在一個小坡上，稍微有點難找，房間乾淨温馨大家放心住。可惜退房時她休息，缺了合影，回來以後半個月，想起異國雪鎮最温暖的經歷依然熱淚盈眶。

The rooms are on the first floor, exactly the same as the photos, a small square hall and a small balcony, the heating is particularly hot, the hot water is sufficient and hot, the breakfast buffet, there is a microwave heating, and the garbage is thrown away. The plate is put in the kitchen sink! We arrived at two o'clock in the morning, Miss Sister has been at the front desk, Miss Sister is particularly patient and enthusiastic, helping us solve the problem! The hotel door is very small, the location is on the small slope, and the driver will see the address when taking a taxi! If you walk, there are short steps to the street! There is a store and shopping mall next to it! The only downside of the hotel is that it is a little distance from the city center and about 6 kilometers to the center! But there are buses nearby and taxis are not expensive! The advantage is that our night aurora travel itinerary, return is the first to arrive!

Отель очень чистый. Администраторы приветливые. Найти просто- в жилом доме на первом этаже, но вывеску хорошо видно с проезжей части и подьезд есть (второстепенная дорога ко входу). Брали номер на 4-х, удобный, теплый. 2 комнаты. Рекомендуем. Цена очень даже приемлемая.

Jieli was temporarily blocked from the road and grabbed the hotel on Trip.com . I thought the rest would not be very good. I was mentally prepared, and the result was actually very clean and warm! The hotels we stayed in Moore were good! When I left the next morning, I saw my aunt changing the sheets, and each one would change. The pillowcases were removed and sorted and sent to clean, and then told the guests not to check out overtime because she had to clean. The number of rooms is not too many, the toilet bathroom is very sufficient, there are several, and it is very clean and not small, the room may be a bit small compared to other hotels we live in, but it is actually the king of cost-effectiveness compared to this price! Then there is also a public kitchen for cooking. Entering the door, you have to wear a shoe cover and snow water will not soil the ground. It is in a residential area, in the south of Moore, it may be a bit far from the northernmost McDonald's in the city center. Auntie looks a bit impatient but the actual person is very good! The next day, the taxi driver couldn't find the location. We waited at the door and guessed it. We took the initiative to help us communicate with the driver.

This hotel can be better than the youth hostel. There is McDonald's on the opposite road. It is best to buy some dry food or noodles at night. There is nothing to eat nearby. It is very cold and tired and I don't want to go out to eat. Russian takeaway is more troublesome. It takes a long time. Eat bread.

The platinum lights of the yacht have pierced the twilight when the blue Marmara sea is soaked. The moment of boarding, the salty sea breeze mixed with the sweetness of the champagne bubble, rolled the fragrance of the white grapes on the deck, the white grapes hanging next to the ice bucket, the peel wrapped in fine ice crystals, like just picked from the star. The yacht was wider than expected, the teak deck was warmer, the bar stood behind rows of bottles, and the amber whiskey swung in the light. The waiter shuttled on a silver plate, the grilled lobster tails were covered with lemon slices, and the oily duck's oily fragrance spread across the cabin. Find a window seat, just bite a white grape, sweet and sour juice in the tongue in the moment of bursting, the violin sound will overflow. The piano teacher pulled the ”love praise” in the corner, the gentleness of the bow strings rubbing, just in time to close with the rhythm of the waves beating the hull. The couple in the next seat touched a cup, the crystal cup collided with the crisp sound, and the sound of the piano fell into the water. Suddenly a drum burst open, the woman in the red dance skirt swirled to the center, the hips swinging violently with the darbuka drum, the silver jingle, the skirt swung out of the fire-like arc. People who were still immersed in the violins were clapping their hands and shouting, and even the waiter could not help shaking his shoulders. The belly dance frenzy had not yet faded, and the waiter had brought dessert. When the chocolate lava cake was cut, the heart was like a thick night, and the refreshing white grapes were swallowed up, like a summer night. Turning your head outside the window, the lights on both sides of the bank have become a flowing river. I can't tell whether it is the minarets of Istanbul or the villages on the Asian shore. I remember that countless lights were soaked in the water and were rubbed into broken gold by the ripple waves. The boat passed, the tail shattered a starfish light, and was slowly smoothed by the waves. I couldn't remember how much wine I had drunk. When I left, the piano master changed his tune, and the belly dancers laughed and the sea breeze was entangled. Half a bunch of white grapes were still in his hand, and the cold peel was on the palm. Looking back, the yacht's lights shrunk a little behind, like stars left on the sea, and the lights on both sides of the Straits are still continuous, obviously extinguished, like who has just the violin sound, drums and laughter, all stringed into a string of lights, hanging in the sky. Some nights do not need to be remembered. Just like the waves of the Marmara Sea, the Badger is responsible for shaking all the good into a halo, leaving the sweetness of white grapes on the tip of the tongue, and the unfinished piano sound in the ear.