Our first night on Achill was unfortunately spent at this asylum for the terminally bored and pathologically delinquent...but enough about the staff for now. Having seen the general filth of the facilities upon our arrival, we should have left at that point but it was late and we decided to pitch and strike camp early in the morning. It was remarkable that for a site so large and busy there was no staff presence other than the rather oafish character at the main desk who patently ignored me for a good ten minutes when I attempted to purchase a one euro shower token (four minutes shower time). The site was in need of a good clean and it was obvious that this simply never happens other than when the wind blows the crisp bags, cigarette butts and bottle tops wherever they land.
We pitched up in a central area and placed the car beside the tent to protect us from gusts. After a long day traveling we settled down for the night.
Sometime after three I was awoken by the sound and feeling of someone kicking the side of the tent and laughing (as they just missed my head) several voices ran off in the distance laughing. I jumped out and saw the offenders hiding behind some caravans. The tent was ripped at the side and we couldn't sleep afterward..The thugs were still roaming around too, their neanderthal voices punctuating the dark.
Upon reporting this the next morning I was assured the previous nights supervisor would attend us at twelve o'clock when his shift started. We would have preferred to leave the place but decided to remain as it was important to see the matter through. At one p.m. having waited for three and a half hours for some attention we went back to the desk and asked the attending youth what was happening. He didn't actually know but told us that the supervisor was still sleeping. Forty winks later the supervisor (the desk oaf from the previous evening) came lumbering towards our bedraggled tent rubbing sleep from his eyes and looking less than gruntled with the world in general (and us in particular).
Upon forensically poking the tent with his toe and playing pocket billiards whilst staring absent mindedly at his shoes he declared that there was nothing he could do. I found this to be a very believable assertion of his abilities in general, so I agreed and asked for our money back. If I hadn't I don't believe he would have volunteered....after suffering the marathon bureaucratic document carnival that preceded our reimbursement, I hadn't the heart to ask about compensation for the tent repair. We left purgatory immediately.
Achill is beautiful.There are wonderful folk there too and there actually is an incredible campsite (we found it the next day). It's such a shame that such a wonderful area can be usurped like this and a bigger shame that money, not the visitors are the real priority.
- Official Description (provided by the hotel):
- Keel Sandybanks Caravan & Camping Park is a Grade A four star park that offers comfortable accommodation comprising of fully equipped mobile homes, which come with electricity, hot and cold water, room heater, cooker and fridge.We also provide ptiches for caravans, tents, and campervans on a nightly basis.Our caravan park is alongside Keel beach which stretches for 3km and is one of the finest Blue Flag beaches in Ireland. ... more less
- Also Known As:
- Keel Sandybanks Caravan & Camping Park Achill Island, Ireland