Marin Yankov
We stayed at Garcia Hotel between August 20-23 with my family. The rooms were spacious and ideal for families. The bathroom was a bit old, but still acceptable in terms of comfort. The staff were very attentive, especially Chef Murat, who was very kind and caring towards the guests. Although the food variety was not huge, the price-quality-performance balance was quite satisfying. Overall, we were pleased with the hospitality and had a pleasant holiday experience.
Laslo Peter
We had a bad experience because the hotel have some agreement with some private hospital and unfortunately we needed a doctor so we end up in a hospital in Fethiye for chest infection, they did blood tests, scans,they asked us to stay in hospital for 2 days but we refused... we got billed 50000lira luckily after arguing with them we payed 500 pound hopefully i will claim back on insurance but not sure, anyway my daughter get better in 3 days with some antibiotics so i think its some sort of business. Instead of helping the reception is misled us to this private hospital and if you googl map the state hospital is few blocks away. The rooms are ok nothing 5 star and bathroom is mouldy and smell on sewage, food ok but agan nothing like 5 star. Not coming back to Turkey that's fore sure. Views are beautiful, stuff friendly.
Kirill Boichenko
My family and I stayed at this hotel in early September. We absolutely loved it and didn't want to leave. We're incredibly grateful to the hotel management, chefs, and service staff—everything was top-notch. I'd especially like to highlight the hotel's location, nestled in a pine forest with stunning views and fresh air. We'd be delighted to return next year and highly recommend it.
Lara Dean
If only the Garcia Resort & Spa lived up to its name. On paper, it’s a five-star getaway in beautiful Dikmen, Turkey. In reality… it’s more like a budget hostel wearing a sparkly dress.
Let’s start with the room — or as I like to call it, “The Scene of the Crime.” The bathroom smelled like something had crawled in, retired, and died. The grout had given up years ago, the shower head was encrusted with limescale, and we were given one single duvet for a king-size bed. Romantic? Only if you enjoy duvet tug-of-war.
We asked for a deep clean (since we’d already unpacked) and were told it was done. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. The only thing “deep” about that clean was the level of imagination involved. The shower had simply been turned on to make it look like someone cared.
Credit where it’s due — the lady at reception was lovely and moved us to a better room with a great view. Sadly, the “better” room still had a bathroom that looked like it hadn’t seen a proper scrub since 2010. But at least it didn’t smell like despair.
Interestingly, every guest we spoke to had also changed rooms at some point during their stay. Apparently, it’s a regular occurrence and how management aren’t aware or acting on this is beyond me. It’s clearly a serious issue that needs urgent attention.
The food? Let’s just say I’ve had more exciting meals at motorway service stations. Lukewarm, repetitive, and presented with all the enthusiasm of a Monday morning. And yes, we were given paper cups — at a 5-star resort! Premier Inn gives china, Garcia gives cardboard.
The spa looked promising until we realised the paint was falling off the walls, the jacuzzi was colder than my enthusiasm by day three, and the “relaxation area” felt more like a damp cellar. Two days of storms meant we could’ve used a cozy indoor escape, but no such luck.
Cleanliness was an ongoing battle. On day one, cats had pooed on the staircase, and by the last day, even the communal toilets by the pool were filthy.
Strangely, on the final day, a lady appeared with a clipboard asking guests for their opinions. I assume she was checking hotel standards. I was honest (very honest), and suddenly there was a flurry of cleaning! The pool toilets got a quick spruce-up, and when we returned to our room later that day, we could actually smell cleaning products for the first time all week. Funny that.
Housekeeping overall was hit and miss, mostly miss! We often had to chase for towels, toilet roll, and even basic tidying. For a 5-star, I expected housekeeping, not hide-and-seek.
To end on a positive: the staff were mostly wonderful, especially the young guy from the entertainment team and Oscar from the spa. They really did try to make the best of a tough situation. We also met a lovely couple who became friends for life, so the company was 5-star, even if the hotel wasn’t.
In summary: beautiful views, kind staff, but a property that’s been left to rot. With some paint, deep cleaning, and an actual chef, this place could shine. For now, I wouldn’t recommend it unless you enjoy adventure holidays… in hygiene.
Michael Bates
Well, what a start! We walked into the hotel lobby and were immediately hit by that “abandoned office block” aesthetic. Minimalist? Sure, if by minimalist you mean empty and sad. The staff looked like extras in a zombie movie, trudging through their shifts waiting for someone to end the season (or their suffering).
We arrived during October half-term, otherwise known as “the week everyone here stops caring.” Our first room came with a complimentary dead-drain aroma, Eau de Sewage, very exclusive and a nightly soundtrack courtesy of the entertainment echoing down the corridor until 11:30 p.m. Who needs sleep when you’ve got muffled karaoke?
Top tip: Bring earplugs. Or industrial noise-cancelling headphones. Or maybe just don’t come.
The corridors have no fire doors, meaning sound travels freely along with your will to live. And the rooms? Oh, they’re bright! Who needs blackout curtains when you can be serenaded to sleep by the glow of the hallway light streaming into your eyes?
After a hostage-worthy negotiation with reception, we got moved to another room, far from the main building, which was ideal since that’s where the “fun” happens. The bathroom, however, could have starred in The Mold Identity. The shower thoughtfully floods the floor, so every morning begins with a quick mop-up using all your towels. Who doesn’t love a bit of cardio before breakfast?
Speaking of cardio, the gym is a museum exhibit titled Fitness Equipment Through the Ages. Everything looks like it last saw action in 2009. The treadmill belts are looser than the hotel’s definition of “five-star,” and one mirror’s been smashed presumably by the last guest who got a good look at themselves mid-stay.
The pools look lovely until you get in and realise it’s basically an Arctic plunge. Great if you’re a penguin. The pool bar is the saving grace; the staff there actually seem to like people, and they pour strong drinks which you’ll need.
All-inclusive? Technically, yes. But instead of Coke or Fanta, you get Rola Cola and Banta nostalgic for anyone whose mum used a SodaStream in the ’90s. As for the gin and tonic — let’s just say it’s mostly gin, barely tonic, and tastes like it could fuel a small aircraft.
The “a la carte” restaurant was flooded and “closed for the season.” So was the steam room. And apparently, the concept of air conditioning too, because 26°C “isn’t hot.” Reception promised to “speak to management” and get back to us. Still waiting. Might still be waiting next season.
If you’re reading this thinking, “Oh, it’s just one grumpy guest,” you’re half right. I am grumpy, but only because this five-star resort turned out to be a two-star in disguise.
Summary: If you’re after the full “budget holiday dressed as luxury” experience mould, mystery smells, and musical corridors included, this is your spot. Otherwise, do yourself a favour and go literally anywhere else.
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