Sunrock Resort Hostel - Corfu - Reviews & Contact Details

It was Hitchcock who said that after first 'bang' emotions can only grow in a movie. So is in Sunrock Hostel. Just after we accepted initial prices, maybe not very promising but which seemed to be fair for three days, or at least at level at which one can expect proper service, so just after we've checked in in 'Honeymoon apartment' the drama began. Weronika decided to take a shower which seems to be not very unusual in most European countries. Not in Hitchrock Hostel, where the shower equals to adventure. After switching the boiler on (switched off on default) my girlfriend was electrocuted. I've switched off the boiler at once and checked the boiler myself. After switching in on you can expect commercial voltage on switchbox, on boiler, on every tap in the bathing room, on the mentioned shower, but also on a kitchen deck, freezer and over small metal parts in room. Delightful adventure started with 'bang'. By the way, kitchen is the masterpiece of carpentery. You cannot find single doors to fit exactly in the frame. What amazied me yet even more, in whole kitchen you cannot find a single pot, plate or a glass. They can lend you one, upon request, but not for long – we tried to borrow one pot for tea and had to give it back the next day. This is – I guess – the reason for keeping in room freezer without a handy. You simply don't need to open the freezer when you've noting to put in. On the contrary the wardrobe – as it soon occured – should stay open all the time. It stinks like death of Mr Crook from Dickens' novel. On the third night, when we finally made up our minds and decided that sun, sand and sea counts still more than electrical shocks, kitchen dummy and stinking wardrobe, the adventure occured to be – again – yet more exciting. Unbelieveble, isn't it? Our bed collapsed while we're asleep. Weronika is rather tiny, I'm not massive build as well, but the bed was as fragile as student dinners in Hitchrock Hostel. It took few minutes to bring the bed to the state in which it was 'sleepable' again. At that time we've noticed some heavy and continous steps upon the ceiling. We soon have find out, that these were other guests on the terrace upon us enjoing beer 'mythos' and a mediterrain night. After all, sun+sand+sea > inconveniences. So we decided to stay 4 more nights. Room service was so gentle, that they didn't disturb us at all, they even didn't enter our room when we were away. Soon we've noticed that we're short with toilet paper, that there is no broom&brush clean that floor. TV-set was dead as on the first day, but placed in the corner didn't take space and time. Efforts made to give it life were misplaced. That is why we could concentrate on contemplating definite masterpieces efforts hanging on the wall. I mean three paintings varying from purpure to ochra: depicting candle, violine, wild and perhaps horny Indian woman at the moon and mother with child both lacking fair proportions. This last one fell down on the night fifth due to heavy steps from above. There, one can say, the strict rules of Hitchcock's movie are endangered - adventure becomes dull and not very itching. There is nothing a man would not stand in very late dinners, dirt, electrical shocks, small inconveniences. I can agree with a small 'but'. 'But' just before the night seventh, it came to payment. We've agreed for first three days to pay daily 48 Euro for 'Honeymoon apartment'. Could you expect that for other four days you'd be charged 90 per day? We didn't expect it either. But it happened. You can decide by yourself whether it's anything you can call fair price for a standard double, having in mind all these magical add-ons. I've already decided. Some of you, through, my well-tempered readers, wouldn't be astonished that finally I've lost my temper and paid 60 Euro per day which I find still much more that reasonable avarage for the offered standard. Yet, surprisingly, the rules of Hitchcock movie were saved – emotions in the end of adventure were much higher than in the beginning and I truly can say that they've ruined my holiday feelings. To give the full local colour, it's worth mentioning that each meal was attended by three fantom cats, so skinny, that one could see the Paxos Island through them.