At first glance, White Gold Hotel & Spa looks beautiful — sparkling clean, perfectly located, and blessed with truly fantastic weather. The beach and pier are absolutely lovely, and for a moment, you really feel like you’ve found your dream holiday spot. Unfortunately, that’s where most of the good news ends. While the hotel staff in general were kind and helpful, the young gentlemen at the reception desk seemed to have a very special skill: the ability to suddenly stop understanding English the moment you actually needed help. Minor issues were ignored with impressive consistency, and when things got serious, they mastered the art of pretending you were speaking an alien language. The food was the usual all-inclusive story — repetitive and a bit uninspired — but at this hotel, the selection actually shrunk day by day. By the end of the week, the buffet looked like it had survived a small apocalypse. Then came the real adventure: bedbugs. We found them in our room by the second day. After some careful negotiation (and visible reluctance from reception), we got a new room. Another group from our party wasn’t so lucky — they just got fresh sheets. As if that wasn’t enough, about half of our group was struck by a mysterious, explosive stomach virus (most likely norovirus). Let’s just say the “spa” part of the hotel name took on a whole new meaning that week. Entertainment was, to put it politely, underwhelming. One evening featured a live band that felt like it had been booked directly from someone’s cousin’s garage. And the “All Inclusive” package? Let’s just say if you’re planning to enjoy a drink or two on your vacation, you might want to look elsewhere — this deal should really come with quotation marks. Would I return? Only if I brought my own food, bedbug spray, and a good sense of humor.