Villa Milka

The place is located on a very unsafe street that does not reflect the word “villa” nor the images used to attract customers — dark streets surrounded by run-down housing projects covered in graffiti with death threats, mafia messages, Nazi symbols, and much more. Very dangerous during the day because of the people around, not to mention at night when you’d need to walk around armed. The “villa” is 15 minutes from the city center, with only one positive thing: there’s a mini-market a few steps away. Upon arrival, the villa gives a warm welcome — until you make the payment. The staff are smiling only up to that point. I was given one of the best rooms; so far so good — until the nightmare began. The pool was as cold as the Arctic sea, the water coming from a garden hose, and the floor was slippery with an area where water had seeped underneath, making it impossible to walk on. I almost lost my life there. No warning signs. In the pool, you cannot dive, cannot listen to music unless the volume is barely audible, and cannot bring any drinks or glass containers unless the drinks are purchased there. In fact, throughout the entire hotel, you cannot bring in food or drinks unless bought directly on site. If you get hungry or thirsty at night, you either stay hungry or drink pool water — desperate times, desperate measures. In the pool, you can only stay still in the water, or else you get scolded and secretly filmed by staff who think you won’t notice — something I will be taking legal action over. There were no LED lights, exposed pipes giving an unpleasant “rustic” look, and a construction site next door that ruined the atmosphere with noise and shouting between workers. A few days later, despite paying for the best room, I was forced to change rooms without explanation or notice. Thinking the entire hotel was luxurious, I took the keys to the new room on the top floor. From the stars to the stables. When I saw the room, I nearly had a heart attack — it looked like a barn. The air conditioning didn’t work, it only blew air. The bathroom flooded whenever it was used. The room was not soundproof; you could hear voices even in a whisper. The balcony was shared and overlooked the housing projects, with the sun blazing down. One window was knee-height, and during the day it was 35°C, but you couldn’t fully open it for fear of falling out. The pillows were of terrible quality, there were holes in the doors, furniture fell apart at the slightest touch, and it was impossible to get toilet paper — we went without for days. At night, because of the room’s location, it was freezing — it was warmer on the balcony. I started to feel discomfort being in the room and tried to avoid it. I began to have anxiety and panic attacks, fear of staying there or walking down the corridors, claustrophobia, nightmares at night, no security anyone can take the keys and enter your room, It felt like being in a horror movie where you’re trapped and can’t wait to escape. One night I was so scared that at 3 a.m. I packed my bags and fled from the villa, staying on a bench in the center of Ohrid until sunrise. Then I took a taxi and left the city. I do not recommend this place to anyone. Avoid this hotel. The owner should be arrested. Insects and dirt everywhere. In a week, they never cleaned the room even once. Garbage was left inside to rot. Bed covers were stained, and I don’t even want to know with what. I advise everyone — don’t waste your money. An absolute disgrace, they ruined my vacation.