hotel les 3 cocotiers

Very good service and you can enjoy nice view in 3/f rooms.

Good services for that economical hotel

Order at noon to eat in the evening with a little luck in the meantime they will have the products on the menu Reservations have been forgotten A la carte products are half unavailable and even when ordering in advance In this hot country the welcome is cold On the other hand the rooms are not bad

Lost in the midst of the hubbub, wild market stalls and the hustle and bustle of the city, the Hôtel des 3 Cocotiers seems to want to stand out with a name that leaves you dreaming. The 3 coconut trees ... We can only imagine a refined universe, with raw wood materials and immaculate whiteness: a real little paradise in which to let go of our fatigue of the day. Well, the reality is quite different and far from the image of Eldorado that his name wants to create in the future occupant of the place. Home. Even if the staff present redoubles their efforts to be warm, there is a lack of personalization and the overwhelming feeling is that gestures and attitudes are automated. This makes the first contact completely impersonal. Let us remember all the same, at this moment, that I have just spent a week and a half in contact with the Malagasy people and that I can assure you that they are a very warm, very human and very welcoming people. Bedroom. At first glance, it is meant to be spacious, uncluttered and the bedding is waiting to welcome you, in the freshness and cleanliness of its white sheets. Everything is done so that the customer succumbs ... and I was the first. But once installed, the list of imperfections begins ... No ventilation or air conditioning and yet there is the presence of air conditioning and a windmill. Knowing that one was not working and the other was turning painfully without having effective action on the occupant. In short, just the image of a waste of electrical energy in a country where we know that electricity is not standardized. And an unbearable heat in this room intensified by the mosquito nets, fortunately present but which creates a greenhouse effect! Let's go on. The French doors do not close completely, leaving the opportunity for any smart kid to enter the premises. Besides, it was a lizard that was my obsession in this room. So under the pretext that he was "harmless", I would have had to close my eyes to this deliberate squat ?! After disassembling the air conditioning and the intervention of a young Madagascan, the troublesome little one found himself taking back the road of the great stretches of road of Morondava. The bathroom. I must be objective: all the Western necessities were there! The toilet, sink, bathtub, hot water tank and even a mirror! But then, between the sink which is completely cracked, the toilet seat which holds by some unknown magic trick, the mirror which allows only to see the tip of his nose because it is so small, the daydream of a good bath has just been raped! Restaurant. It is presented a breakfast from 7:00 am. Taken by a time requirement, I had to be ready to leave the hotel at 7:30 am so I had considered having breakfast at 7:00 am. Only, once downstairs, seated at the table at the appointed time, I had to wait 30 minutes on a table that had not been cleaned or set before finally seeing the breakfast dishes arrive. Breakfast is still like an average restaurant: neither bad nor great. On the other hand, the support, it is more than unpleasant. What could be more destabilizing than starting the day with so little consideration in this lair of mass tourism? I also pass you the parking of a motorbike near the dining tables, a staff sleeping on a pseudo mattress behind the reception desk and the slanderous accusations of pseudo theft. In short, without wanting to play my basic Western, this remains a hotel to spend but certainly not stay. Go a little further, in the same street, and stop at Trecigogne! No disappointment expected in the program ...