Palmen Apart Hotel

“As Carlos Castaneda once wrote in his novels, ‘If the Force decides to choose ways for some people, they will never know it.’” It was the height of far summer in end of July, and I found myself in circumstances both peculiar and challenging. My checkout time from a nearby five-star hotel was set for 11:00 AM, yet my flight was not until 11:00 PM. At first glance, this might seem a minor inconvenience, but the reality was far harsher: outside, the temperature soared to a blistering 44°C, and the hotel offered no air-conditioned waiting rooms. The risk of thermal exhaustion in such unforgiving heat was undeniable—a scorched hell waiting just beyond the doors. Faced with this predicament, I sought refuge. My gaze turned to Palmen Apart Otel, a place I had noticed during my earlier days in Alanya, situated just across the road from the hotel where I had spent most of my stay. It was a decision born of necessity, yet it would prove to be a serendipitous discovery. Though I regret not recalling the name of the gentleman at reception, his hospitality and readiness to assist remain etched in my memory, even now, long after my visit. The process of accommodation was swift and seamless, and soon I found myself on the fourth floor, stepping into a room that felt like a revelation. It was, quite simply, palatial—twice the size of my five-star hotel room and priced at half the cost. The apartment comprised a spacious main room, a bedroom with two beds (each as large as my entire hotel room), a kitchen, and a generously sized bathroom. The sheer scale and thoughtful design of the space were astonishing. The building itself seemed to whisper of a bygone era, when craftsmanship and purpose guided construction. The walls, nearly a meter thick and made of sturdy brick, acted as a natural barrier against the oppressive heat outside. Even without air conditioning, the rooms remained cool and comfortable—a testament to the mastery of the builders. The air within was fresh and pleasant, aided by an excellent ventilation system that ensured a constant flow of clean, breathable air. Of course, air conditioners were present in every room, and they worked flawlessly, but the building’s inherent design made their use almost unnecessary. The bedroom was a haven of tranquility, with tall, elegant windows that offered a view of the street below. In the early morning and late evening, the city came alive with lights, creating a mesmerizing tableau that I could watch from the comfort of my bed. The living room featured a large television, complete with HDMI connectivity—a small yet significant detail absent in the five-star hotel. It allowed me to connect my laptop effortlessly, adding a touch of modern convenience to the experience. Though I did not use the kitchen equipment, I noted its readiness for culinary adventures: a stove, dishwasher, and refrigerator, all in working order. The bathroom, while not outfitted with the latest high-tech gadgets, provided hot water whenever needed and functioned perfectly. Cleanliness was impeccable throughout the apartment, and the dedication of the housekeeping staff was evident. Buckets of fresh towels and linens lined the corridors, and the staff worked tirelessly to maintain the rooms. But the true jewel of this sanctuary was the balcony. Large and inviting, it offered a breathtaking view of the city and distant mountains, shrouded in the shimmering mist of overheated air. It was a space that seemed to transcend time—a perfect setting for morning workouts, chi-kong, or yoga; for enjoying a quiet meal, a cigarette, or a cup of coffee; for reading, painting, or simply reflecting. As evening descended, the balcony transformed into a stage for ambient music, new age melodies, or the haunting beauty of eastern folk tunes. The moonlight danced across the sky, and the stars twinkled above, their brilliance mirrored by the flickering flames of small candles. It was a place of peace, inspiration, and harmony—a retreat for the soul. Palmen Apart Otel is more than a place to stay; it is an oasis of safety and comfort, a refuge from the harshness of the world outside. It is a space where one can rediscover inner peace, find hope, and rekindle the spark of creativity. Even in the most unforgiving temperatures, it remains a sanctuary—a place to miss over the years and dream of returning to someday.

The hotel's space is beautiful but cleanliness zero plates panes left without washing urgent maintenance need outlets standing out of place linen towels dirty I was never pleased only can't even go to bed without your money sad sea views but the rooms are very bad...

Literally everything is broken. (The sink, lightswitch, the plug (fixed with tape) the bed and shower. The room has never been clean properly. REALLY dirty everywhere, even the lobby. No cleaning everyday, the receptionist cleaned here once in a week. I think he did that to be nice.. he was the only one that really nice. Asked for more toilet paper and gave me one fine and one that’s been wet. Even the toilet paper is broken. Pool area looks ok, but the toilet was fluded the first day. I already knew by the look of the lobby, that this was a dirty place. They “fixed” the broken plug with tape. This place needs a big touch up. It could be nice if someone took care of this place. The sofa is so dirty I won’t dare to sit there. Saw a big room (door was open and no one lived there), it was a bit better. The shower head broke so we took one from the empty room. The room I got in third floor, was a nightmare. I really hope THE BOSS sees this and realizes that he needs to do something quick.