Does not mean you should, III. Hungary: 2021-10-11 20:00
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Then after Residence Il Lago, I headed toward the Maramures region. I didn't have too much expectations, I didn't really have any itinerary. Now I can't tell anymore whether it stem from the crash, but I decided that after 2 months on Romanian roads, I draw the end of the tour and become a proper tourist: haste from Point A to Point B, then leave the country.

I still wanted to stay in Transylvania, inside the Carpathian Mountains, so this included the direction toward Maramures then heading north-south at the eastern edge of the mountain range.

The daily accommodation was set to Bârsana, and Pensiunea Malinul. The experience immediately became complicated, when their Booking listing gives the location about 3.5 km far from the actual location; on a small minor road. Many signs on the main road also point toward them, but the accommodation name on these is different — you figure all this out only after rounds and rounds. I'm not giving a fix for their exact location, because I don't think that you really want to stay there.

But after all, I rolled to the accommodation, and with a sigh under the hot Sun, I envisioned a bathroom — and the luggage to be washed. This was that time again. The landlady didn't speak any English (on the contrary to their listing, basically nobody spoke), and while there were some other guests, their best shot were Jeesh and Naouh.

Still, somehow we managed to get into the building and the landlady led me to an unprepared room: it didn't only show the signs of the previous guest — but you won't ever believe this: absolutely different than the one I booked and paid for.

Long story short:

I wasn't in the mood to search for a next accommodation, so decided to stay a night, but not all the three. Finally the landlady understood that I will stay, won't just leave the money for 3 nights at them, so she prepared the room at last. Then convinced me that the bathroom on the corridor, accessible by anyone will be used only by me.

During the last year and since its outbreak, I have built quite a broad and actual experience on the coronavirus-situation internationally, sampled all three possible alarm levels:
  • Germany: red alert. I won't forget the moment when I went to an international car rental agency to sort out my departure, and I stepped on the doorstep to look inside whether the office was empty. The afternoon Sun reflected on the windows, nothing was seen from the outside. In that moment the woman clerk started to shout Raus!, which in German pronunciation and her personal aggravation simply meant to get the fuck out immediately.
  • Austria/Slovakia/Hungary: yellow alert. Similar to Germany, but still, paranoia felt less. It's an absolute clear thing that something is going on, so it must be taken with serious reality. After that, still ought to be sensible.
  • Romania: green alert. With taking the existing and respected exceptions to the front, I saw clear signs that people didn't register even the smallest prevention steps. I've been to accommodations, where the mask was used only until the point when it was certain that I'm only a tourist, and not a health authority agent in plain clothes. In the shops, people are on your back, and not even remotely register what's your problem with that.
Thus such average hygiene levels quite ensure you to opt for private bathrooms; and you won't be happy if you get something else.

Speaking of the bathroom, I was told that I can get a dinner too for 35 lei and a breakfast for 35 lei. The dinner was a chorba soup from approximately yesterday, reheated in a microwave oven, likewise with not younger than yesterday bread.

This wasn't the first time when I consumed at meal-providing services — so it was pretty obvious if a meal is hotter than brutally sizzling temperatures but has flat taste, then the kitchen is trying to hide something, minimum the meal is not fresh.
The general mood and atmosphere turned quite chilly when I let them know that I am calling Booking to report them and to cancel the two nights.

On the next day
The breakfast was similar to the dinner, overfried eggs topped with some rotten tomatoes. The entertainment, the eternal dilemma was 10/10 on the other hand: if someone doesn't speak fluently the local language, it can be safely assumed that he or she understands absolutely nothing. So yes, I understood the jokes from the other table and turned the atmosphere again chilly with a Bună poftă.

After that the whole bunch rattled around the door, giving hints that they would prefer to see me leave. So did I before 10am, and had a good smile seeing that the landlady checked that I didn't steal the pillows. I understood her concerns, beddings picked up on the road are a staple part of every motorcyclist's carefully, by dimensions and weight planned luggage.

Looked like this scammer attitude is a family landmark, when I paid the meal in cash, from 100 lei a girl gave me back only 20. Explaining the problem (35 + 35 = 70) to the son of the owner, he started to babble about that the dinner cost 40 lei, the breakfast 40 lei, etc.

If he said, You walked to the coffee machine, pushed the button, did dare to drink a second espresso!, then I would most possibly raise my eyebrows because that espresso surely wasn't worth 10 lei, but still would have accepted the answer for the extra ten. Nothing like happened, he was able to provide only silence and eyes fixed to the ground. Upon leaving the venue, the whole family cheerfully waved and smiled while I was rolling toward the gate, trusting that I had a good time and will popularize their business.

Dear Booking.com
I appreciate your help, that the accommodation had to answer a few questions, so the 2 nights were refunded. But even if there are limited possibilities to personally check the properties, I still think you should monitor at least the reviews more closely: in success, I was the seventh person (by then), who ran into the little lies of Pensiunea Malinul.

That's just extra fun that they insult the guests, if they note their scam.

It's not my business based on what and how you rate the accommodations — but seven complaining guests, at a possibly not too much busy place can't be random anymore. By more strict internal reviews, you could save a lot of time for the guests and ultimately yourself. Not to mention you'll be troubled with less money refunds.

The back-and-forth bank transfer pingpong and currency conversions cost fees — the guest pays all that.
Not to mention, whether you want to do business with people who purely blame you, for their own actions.

Conclusion
Traceable with proven records, it's a fact that Pensiunea Malinul is on a multiple levels scamming accommodation service provider. The legislation still gives distinct power to them.

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