My wife walked into Bungalow 2 in Ranch Campo and started to cry. After a 17-hour drive from Munich, we had arrived in Corsica at Ranch Campo.
I tried to persuade my wife that the stench of damp and mildew was not so bad.
We decided to get some food in the restaurant. My children were hungry but would not eat the pizza.
The pizza I ordered was the 2nd worst in life. (The worst was in Thailand). Through some confusion, my wife who does not really like meat, got spaghetti with Coruzzo-like Salami
instead of the fish and pasta that she wanted.
However, the breakfast, although simple – was good. Good coffee. Hot milk and chocolate powder made a good hot chocolate. Bread, butter, orange juice and one portion of jam per
person was not not cheap at 7 Euros each, but not exorbitant either.
By the next morning, because of the extreme damp and mildew, I was concerned about the health of my children and we had to leave.
We had already paid 30% of the total price of the two weeks before we arrived.
Look at the website http://www.ranchcampo.com/
It *is* beautiful. At least, that was my first impression. Then I quickly realised that this was not true any more. It *had been* beautiful.
Ranch Campo is a place that was developed and designed with much love and an amazing eye for charm. However, it was quickly clear that little or no work had been done on the
place in the last few years.
In front of our bungalow we had a “flower garden”. But it was full of weeds that were over two feet tall. In the bathroom, the mould was thick, wet and black on the shower walls.
The hooks to hang the towels in the bathroom were broken. The dishes in the kitchen had obviously not been washed since the end of the last season. Everywhere you looked,
something was broken. The coffee machine jug had a large crack. The swimming pool had not been cleaned in a *long* time.
The worst part was the damp in the bunglaow. The next day, I noticed that our clothes were wet from the damp. As soon as my children started to cough, I knew that we had to
leave. I went down to reception to tell Martina that we had to leave. She explained that it had rained a lot last week and that the damp was certainly from the rain. I asked
if it really could come from a bit of rain? Martina’s husband mentioned that it had smelt damp to him too.
Martina showed me another bungalow that was not damp. It had a fireplace – perhaps that was what made it better. However, the bungalow had one less room. Martina would not
give us any rebate for one room less. I declined. Martina also offered us a hotel room. But this was on the first floor, with a rail that was not safe for children. Again
I had to refuse. I said that I wanted to leave and asked for the bill to be made up. I wanted the rest of my money back. We went back to reception. Martina and the
horse-riding instructor were there.
Martina gave me a bill of 67 Euro for the restaurant. Ummm, wait. *I* get money back from you, I said. Martina explained that the 30% deposit was lost and I should please pay
the restaurant bill. One night in a bungalow that is not fit for animals can surely not be a reason to lose my deposit? I now regret not leaving immediately, even if after
a 17-hour drive.
I refused to pay the 67 Euro bill and asked Martina to call the police. She refused to call the police, as “Ranch Campo is a respectable establishment”. I insisted again and
again that she call the police. She explained to somebody on the phone that I was refusing to pay my bill. I assumed that she was calling the police. Instead, Martina’s
husband and another guy with dark curly hair now speedily arrived in a jeep and came in. I was alone in a room with Martina, the horse-riding instructor, Martina’s husband
and the other guy. They then closed the door. Martina’s husband was immediately very aggressive, rapidly moving towards me and shouting loudly. After a long harrangue,
I was allowed to explain that I had in fact paid the 30%. At this point Martina’s husband looked questioningly at Martina. Obviously her husband had not heard the full story.
I was then allowed to leave and the door was opened again. I decided not to insist on getting the rest of my money back, as I was simply too intimidated.
As I was going out the door, Martina’s husband moved his fist very quickly in my direction – and then scratched his head.
We left immediately and soon found another place very close by.
- Also Known As:
- Ranch Campo Corsica/Porto-Vecchio