Well Chris....
The complex looked lovely, but they placed us right next door to Leonardo's with the 'Wild Boys' playing the same set every night!!
Now I didn't mind them for the first 2 or 3 nights - all very nice, sat on the balcony having our grub, drink and free entertainment....
When we wanted to go to bed however, we could still hear them and the VERY loud crowd that seemed to clap even if they farted in tune!
We asked to be moved to another room, but the hotel manager clammed up, claiming he couldn't speak much English. As my brother was with us, he has a strict routine as he needs to take his insulin at regular intervals, so he tended to be up very early so he was usually wanting to be in bed for around midnight. I know that PDLA's nightlife is only just getting going at this time....we were well aware it would be loud (ish)....
In the end we started staying out as late as possible and getting back to the apartment exhausted..and this began to be a chore instead of a holiday..
The hotel room was dangerous....my partner's bed kept collapsing....and my brother badly gashed his ankle on my partner's bed as he was walking past it. It had a metal base and this was sticking out. Oh - and this was funny - on day 3 of our stay, the maintenance man came in and repainted our very dirty and grubby balcony table! This stank for a few hours!!
What was the last straw was 5 nights before we were due to return, the power went out whist the lovely 'Wild Boys' were singing their hearts out. As my brother had all his insulin in the fridge, we needed the power sorting out pretty sharpish. We called the apartment manager on the emergency number they'd given us, and he initially refused to come out saying he was at home and it was too far and too late to come out. We had to explain so he could understand that we couldn't put up with no power due to needing to keep my brother's insulin cool...
Eventually (3 hours later) he came, and of course as soon as he tested everything, the power came back on. He gave us a dirty look and walked out - and as soon as he slammed the apartment door, all the power went off again. He agreed to return at 8.30 the following morning to sort things out - and he turned up at 2pm...talk about manana!!
By then we'd had enough and he finally offered us another room - but when we looked at it, it faced out onto a path that we'd noticed all the drunks wakled down to get back to the Las Piramides apartments. Reluctantly, we decided to return home 4 nights early - only my partner's birthday. This trip had been for him & my brother (both had birthdays in the same week) and it was a nightmare....
It hasn't put me off Tenerife, but I know we'll never stop in that part of PDLA again....anywhere on route to Veronica's!!
Sorry to bore everyone with my rantings!!!