Apollo Resort Art Hotel

An accurate representation I wish we had read in the reviews before booking this hotel in this location. On arrival by coach to Kyparissia it was an area you’d hope to drive through and not stop off in. Our coach pulled off down a beaten track struggling to make its way past the overflowing dumpsters and overgrown olive trees. On arrival it felt less like a hotel and more like someone’s home in need of modernisation. the hotel staff member at reception seemed somewhat overwhelmed by approximately 4 couples wanting to book in, there was no welcome or pleasantries just “name” and we had a key card given to us and he just pointed in the direction we were to find our room. Whilst mustering our way down a very narrow corridor to find our room we were met with hurdles to squeeze past in the form of a number of stacked travel cots filled with hotel towels. Upon entering our room, we were somewhat surprised at how small it was. The door opened up in to the bed, a small dresser across the room and a single camp bed made in to a chair. the bedside tables had to be moved each time to open the inbuilt wardrobe door. To factor in the 2 of us navigating around eachother we decided to unpack straight away as leaving the cases out left little room to breath let alone walk. The bathroom resembled a dated 60s tiled washroom, with a very small standing shower, if the soap was to be dropped I felt assured of no further surprises due to the inability to bend a retrieve such an item. The ground floor balcony opened up on to a path, greeted by trees and a large metal staircase to the left and a frosted glass barrier separating us from our neighbours. The air con was semi functional when the patio doors remained closed, however to kick out any serious cold air it meant enduring the sound of what I can only describe as Darth Vader through his breathing apparatus. Its loud continuous drone of minor cooling benefits led to a discussion whether it was worth it over the inability to sleep peacefully whilst having it on. Our arrival was on a Sunday at the beginning of September so not quite end of season. We had travelled through the night, so once we had unpacked we decided to venture out to get some food. We walked down the path towards the “beach” and quickly started to realise that most of the buildings towards and in the town were closed up/ boarded up or uninhabited. Eerily so. It was a stark comparison to what I can only imagine Chernobyl looked like after the town had evacuated. There was literally no one about the town, barely a thing moving and absolutely nowhere open to be able to buy a drink let alone food. Fortunately our dated and somewhat unwelcoming abode has a rooftop restaurant. So now starving as well as pretty exhausted we booked in there for an evening meal. We ordered bread, starters and a main. The bread came.. but no signs of food coming out to any of the occupied tables for sometime.. being polite we waited sometime.. however

We were greeted on arrival with grace and genuine welcome. The hotel exudes character and has all the amenities one could wish for as well as personalized service. The location is private in the midst of olive orchards and close to many major tourist sites without being “touristy”. We would definitely return.