EuroSatch
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DISCLAIMER: I apologise now for what may seem a rambling and at times jumbled and frustrated post, but it could probably be said it mirrors my take away impression of Port Aventura Resort.
I’d wanted to visit this park ever since it first opened. I’d heard all about Dragon Khan, of course designed by Wardley and sporting the highest number of inversions, almost believing it could even surpass Nemesis in its scale. It was another 12 years before I even heard of its competition in the form of Europa Park, and other theme park resorts across Europe (except of course Disney). And then, in 2012, a challenger to Silverstar opened in the form of Shambhala. So finally, in 2019, I arranged to go. It had a lot to live up to.
Of course, I had heard plenty about the resort, positives and negatives, so it was difficult to set my expectations. I was recommended the Callaghan Rooms in Hotel Gold River, as a more exclusive experience to other hotel stays, so naturally went for that. With the stay all secured in February, all I had to do was work how to get there. And that was a challenge in itself. I scoured the website for advice, and it was less than forthcoming. As we were travelling from Seville, it seemed the best (and only) option was a train to Camp Tarragona, and there was apparently a frequent bus to the resort…
Well you wouldn’t know when arriving at the station; no signage anywhere, just a bus park out the front. A bus turned up (with no indication where it was headed) and in an awkward broken English/ Spanish/Catalan conversation, the driver said he was going to Port Aventura, €12.60 for 2 people, so we obliged, only to end up dumped at the Port Aventura hotel. I had faith that as a resort theme park, there would be easy and frequent connections between the hotels, as there is in most other resorts across Europe. This was the first, and by no means last, false assumption I made.
The Port Aventura hotel desk refused a transfer, but ordered a taxi. €6-7 they said. €14 later, after the taxi driver going to the wrong entrance (because of course if you’re staying in the Callaghan rooms in the Gold River Hotel, you cannot go via the Gold River Hotel…) I was nearing my saturation of bemusement before it descended into frustration, and then anger. However, to end this thread being one of endless negativity, the hotel was stunning; the rooms amazingly spacious and comfortable. We were also given an Express Max ticket each, giving us one Express entry on each main attraction during the stay - we contemplated upgrading to unlimited, however as we were only here for the afternoon and 1 full day, we chose not to. Instead, as by this point Simon had terrible Achilles Tendinitis, I went to the park on my own for the afternoon to scout out the place.
On entering the park, it was clear that I had no chance of using normal queues, as they were a minimum of 1.5 hours each, so I bought another Express pass for the afternoon for €34, from a very convenient self-service machine next to Stampida, thinking that would be sufficient for me to bang in the key rides. Unbeknownst to me that this would initiate a flurry of frustrations leading to the wakening of a very Furious Satcho - it became clear very early on that the park massively relies on selling Express passes, with little consideration to the effect this has on main queues, and resulting in Express queues themselves being in excess of 1 hour. The park was evidently hugely over capacity, as it was impossible to navigate the pathways, and little to no staff available to ask for any help. One phone call from AstroDan and several wrong turns in Polynesia later, I decided to give it up and head back to the hotel; it was already park close and we had to have dinner.. By this point I had done 3 rides of my 10 ride Express Pass, however as Guest Services was the other side of the park to the hotel, I would have to take up my issue with the hotel reception (surely they would be joined up in their approach to handling guest issues…?)
Furious Satcho returned to Simon at the hotel, went for a beer (from the range extending from Estrella to Estrella), and looked around for where to eat. Our guide said there was an exclusive restaurant for guests of Callaghan rooms… however it appears that now that another hotel (Colorado Creek) has opened, the Callaghan restaurant has moved to here, and it’s a 5 minute walk between the two (that’s not too bad, you say, however this is also where our breakfast will be, and I’m now starting to wonder on the point of Callaghan being considered ‘superior’). Anyway, the buffet was quite extensive, reasonably priced, and we ate well. We went to bed thinking it would be a new day tomorrow…
Breakfast, despite the 5 minute walk – through the new hotel and out the other side – was amazing. The best breakfast I’ve ever had anywhere I’ve been, theme park resort or not. The choice, like the evening buffet, was extensive, even though the legendary cava for breakfast was not there, and we dined like Queens.
At this point, I decided to voice my disappointment about the Express Pass I purchased the day before. I went to our exclusive hotel reception and explained. The lady at the desk was sympathetic, however she could not do anything because I had not bought the ticket from her. She spoke to her supervisor, who spoke to their supervisor (all conducted by phone, as it is evident Supervisors do not appear externally – more on that later) “vale vale, perfecto”. Phone put down, faces me, and said “sorry, no. We do nothing”. Because I had not had the foresight to buy from the hotel, they would not accept any responsibility for assisting me. The supervisor, we were assured, would be in at 10am, and she took my phone number for him to call me, setting the expectation that “he will not help you either”. Right. Fine. We’ll await his call, and go into the park.
Focus was on Shambhala, Dragon Khan, Furious Baco, and Stampida. We had little interest in the smaller flat rides, and would ride the water rides later in the day. Operations were appalling, queues unnavigable, and Express queues had already built up after we got on our first ride. We chose to join the main queues for Shambhala and Dragon Khan, saving our Express passes for later, and were able to get a few rides in China before moving on to Baco. I rate all three rides highly. Shambhala has the ‘slightest’ of edge on Silverstar (the turnaround is a delight!) however the final third loses the joy whereas Silverstar manages to recover this on the return. In summary, it delivers exactly what you want from a B&M Hyper, and is on par with Silvia. Dragon Khan is joyous throughout. Smoother than I expected, yet still packs a punch. You wouldn’t know you are going through an inversion were it not for the obvious observation you make that you’re upside down. Baco lives to its name. It’s Furious, but again I was surprised by how I didn’t find it as rough as I was led to believe, and the theme is rather endearing. Incidentally, despite using our Express Pass, we were able to be on front row (the station operations were, as you would expect, a shambles). Stampida, by far not the worst woodie I’ve been on (Coaster Express the week before takes that title) though it’s evident how much GCI have improved since.
We ate in a café in the Mediterranean area, and whilst the selection was limited, I was not disappointed by the food. This was followed by a short trip to Ferrari Land… Why bother? Very few attractions of interest. Red Force, despite its size, was a stand out disappointment. The launch was rough, and I felt the height difference to that of say Stealth made little difference. I did the shot and drop tower, which was forceless, and we departed to Guest Services to revisit my issue with the previous days Express queues.
And this is where I experienced THE worst customer service I have ever had. I explained what happened, with the response “so what is the problem?”. I explained again that I had given them €34 with no possibility of using the ticket to see the value return “ah, ok”. The lady went out the back, and returned a minute later “no, we do nothing for you”. “Why?”. “Because you bought from a machine, you used the ticket, and yesterday cash iss closed”
???
We hadn’t even said anything about what we wanted. We would’ve been happy for the ticket to be revalidated for that day, or an upgrade to the other passes we had; anything would have been fine. A refund was an option, but not the sole thing we were looking for. The exchange was heated from our side, and met with sheer lack of accountability from their side. They said I should speak to the hotel, the said I should’ve come the day before, they even said I should have returned to the machine, because they cannot help. In other circumstances I would be bemused by this, but sadly Furious Satcho has been woken again. We asked to speak to her supervisor “there is no supervisor”. “Who did you speak to when you went out the back?” “There is no supervisor”. The exchange ended by the lady simply attempting to stare us out, before moving to the next window and seeing to the people behind us. No apology, no attempt to resolve my dissatisfaction, just simply blanking is out.
By this point the guest services queue had built up considerably, however we remained persistent and moved back behind the people she was serving; however when finished with them she went away, and a man decided to speak to us (he had been there the whole time and could have spoken to us during the 15 minutes it took her to serve the people behind us). With no different response from him other than “you did not buy from us, you bought from a machine. You should’ve come yesterday, cash iss closed now”. He conceded in giving us an email address for park management, and what passed for an apology that he cannot help.
It is very clear that the frontline staff in both the park and resort are not given any opportunity to use their initiative, any agency in resolving a guest issue, and everything outside the sale of Express passes must go through their Supervisor who hides behind a curtain.
Anyway, as hotel guests we are aware we have access to the spa in Hotel Port Aventura. If a spa cannot relax me, I’m beyond knowing what can. We return to the hotel and pay for spa access, €10 each, and head back into the park via the wet rides, which were the remaining ones on our passes (we had little interest in Angkor, and I had ridden El Diablo the previous day, to my regret). Tutuki Splash was fun, if you ignore the gum tunnel. The rapids and the flume both pretty average.
At 6pm, after finally managing 1 ride on the major attractions, and no opportunity for the rest (which, as someone who doesn’t care for flats, was no great loss, although would’ve liked one turn on Huracan Condor) we headed to Port Aventura Hotel to use our spa ticket. Guess what…
ISS CLOSED!
Yes, the spa is closed, and to compensate the gym was open for free! Thankfully we were able to get a refund for these (which our hotel had to process, after speaking to their supervisor, and their supervisor) later in the evening, so whilst Simon utilised the gym, I headed out to the pool outside. 5 mins later…
ISS CLOSED!
So, after I have finished shivering after my 5 minutes in a Luke warm pool, and Simon returned from the gym, we looked for food options in the hotel. Guess what…
ISS CLOSED! ISS BUFFET!
Yes, all the dining options in Port Aventura were closed, and only a seafood buffet was available. As someone who is allergic to seafood, we cut our losses and requested transport back to the hotel – which, for a change, was provided for free by the hotel because they probably couldn’t be bothered to think of an excuse to not to.
By this point, I’ve lost track of everything else that was baffling of infuriating about the trip. Our second evening meal was in Grand Opera as we couldn’t face another meal. Besides the build quality of the restaurant – to complete the Basil Fawlty experience so far, cue a “just checking the walls” moment – there were again no complaints about the food. Another pleasant evening in the resort area, which does look stunning at night.
The next morning was our final morning, and following yet another breakfast, we had time to pop into the park and use the spare ride on the Express ticket – worth mentioning that the fabled Fuego show is apparently SBNO as it has been removed from the Express options – on, of course, Shambhala. That is, if we ever get in…
And here is where the idea of the Callaghan rooms having their own reception desk just turned into a farce. They were unable to store our bags, and directed us to the Gold River reception. In Gold River, the information desk “‘ISS CLOSED” directed us to the check-in desk where we waited half an hour. The lady we eventually saw said we had to go to the right of the entrance. We go to where she directed us, and see a sign saying “baggage”. We go through the door, where we are met by a staff member “ISS CLOSED, IS FRONT”… We go to the front, where there is no one to take our bags, so we return to the check-in desk (bypassing the queue this time) and she calls for someone to go to baggage collection…
We did manage to get on Shambhala, but we couldn’t wait to see the back of the place, even though it meant waiting for an hour at the train station – to which, incidentally, we were able to get free transport to, or close enough by being dropped off outside El Paso hotel – where finally, after the strangest 48 hour experience in a theme park I’d ever had, we boarded our train to Barcelona.
In summary, the park has some absolutely banging rides and stunning vistas. But in no way does the park deserve these. Operations are abysmal, staff are next to useless, and the sheer focus on pushing as many Express passes as possible have left a bitter taste in my mouth. Who can say whether I shall return, but it’s not looking good. As may or may not have been said to the Guest Services staff member, you certainly wouldn’t expect this at Europa Park!
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I’d wanted to visit this park ever since it first opened. I’d heard all about Dragon Khan, of course designed by Wardley and sporting the highest number of inversions, almost believing it could even surpass Nemesis in its scale. It was another 12 years before I even heard of its competition in the form of Europa Park, and other theme park resorts across Europe (except of course Disney). And then, in 2012, a challenger to Silverstar opened in the form of Shambhala. So finally, in 2019, I arranged to go. It had a lot to live up to.
Of course, I had heard plenty about the resort, positives and negatives, so it was difficult to set my expectations. I was recommended the Callaghan Rooms in Hotel Gold River, as a more exclusive experience to other hotel stays, so naturally went for that. With the stay all secured in February, all I had to do was work how to get there. And that was a challenge in itself. I scoured the website for advice, and it was less than forthcoming. As we were travelling from Seville, it seemed the best (and only) option was a train to Camp Tarragona, and there was apparently a frequent bus to the resort…
Well you wouldn’t know when arriving at the station; no signage anywhere, just a bus park out the front. A bus turned up (with no indication where it was headed) and in an awkward broken English/ Spanish/Catalan conversation, the driver said he was going to Port Aventura, €12.60 for 2 people, so we obliged, only to end up dumped at the Port Aventura hotel. I had faith that as a resort theme park, there would be easy and frequent connections between the hotels, as there is in most other resorts across Europe. This was the first, and by no means last, false assumption I made.
The Port Aventura hotel desk refused a transfer, but ordered a taxi. €6-7 they said. €14 later, after the taxi driver going to the wrong entrance (because of course if you’re staying in the Callaghan rooms in the Gold River Hotel, you cannot go via the Gold River Hotel…) I was nearing my saturation of bemusement before it descended into frustration, and then anger. However, to end this thread being one of endless negativity, the hotel was stunning; the rooms amazingly spacious and comfortable. We were also given an Express Max ticket each, giving us one Express entry on each main attraction during the stay - we contemplated upgrading to unlimited, however as we were only here for the afternoon and 1 full day, we chose not to. Instead, as by this point Simon had terrible Achilles Tendinitis, I went to the park on my own for the afternoon to scout out the place.
On entering the park, it was clear that I had no chance of using normal queues, as they were a minimum of 1.5 hours each, so I bought another Express pass for the afternoon for €34, from a very convenient self-service machine next to Stampida, thinking that would be sufficient for me to bang in the key rides. Unbeknownst to me that this would initiate a flurry of frustrations leading to the wakening of a very Furious Satcho - it became clear very early on that the park massively relies on selling Express passes, with little consideration to the effect this has on main queues, and resulting in Express queues themselves being in excess of 1 hour. The park was evidently hugely over capacity, as it was impossible to navigate the pathways, and little to no staff available to ask for any help. One phone call from AstroDan and several wrong turns in Polynesia later, I decided to give it up and head back to the hotel; it was already park close and we had to have dinner.. By this point I had done 3 rides of my 10 ride Express Pass, however as Guest Services was the other side of the park to the hotel, I would have to take up my issue with the hotel reception (surely they would be joined up in their approach to handling guest issues…?)
Furious Satcho returned to Simon at the hotel, went for a beer (from the range extending from Estrella to Estrella), and looked around for where to eat. Our guide said there was an exclusive restaurant for guests of Callaghan rooms… however it appears that now that another hotel (Colorado Creek) has opened, the Callaghan restaurant has moved to here, and it’s a 5 minute walk between the two (that’s not too bad, you say, however this is also where our breakfast will be, and I’m now starting to wonder on the point of Callaghan being considered ‘superior’). Anyway, the buffet was quite extensive, reasonably priced, and we ate well. We went to bed thinking it would be a new day tomorrow…
Breakfast, despite the 5 minute walk – through the new hotel and out the other side – was amazing. The best breakfast I’ve ever had anywhere I’ve been, theme park resort or not. The choice, like the evening buffet, was extensive, even though the legendary cava for breakfast was not there, and we dined like Queens.
At this point, I decided to voice my disappointment about the Express Pass I purchased the day before. I went to our exclusive hotel reception and explained. The lady at the desk was sympathetic, however she could not do anything because I had not bought the ticket from her. She spoke to her supervisor, who spoke to their supervisor (all conducted by phone, as it is evident Supervisors do not appear externally – more on that later) “vale vale, perfecto”. Phone put down, faces me, and said “sorry, no. We do nothing”. Because I had not had the foresight to buy from the hotel, they would not accept any responsibility for assisting me. The supervisor, we were assured, would be in at 10am, and she took my phone number for him to call me, setting the expectation that “he will not help you either”. Right. Fine. We’ll await his call, and go into the park.
Focus was on Shambhala, Dragon Khan, Furious Baco, and Stampida. We had little interest in the smaller flat rides, and would ride the water rides later in the day. Operations were appalling, queues unnavigable, and Express queues had already built up after we got on our first ride. We chose to join the main queues for Shambhala and Dragon Khan, saving our Express passes for later, and were able to get a few rides in China before moving on to Baco. I rate all three rides highly. Shambhala has the ‘slightest’ of edge on Silverstar (the turnaround is a delight!) however the final third loses the joy whereas Silverstar manages to recover this on the return. In summary, it delivers exactly what you want from a B&M Hyper, and is on par with Silvia. Dragon Khan is joyous throughout. Smoother than I expected, yet still packs a punch. You wouldn’t know you are going through an inversion were it not for the obvious observation you make that you’re upside down. Baco lives to its name. It’s Furious, but again I was surprised by how I didn’t find it as rough as I was led to believe, and the theme is rather endearing. Incidentally, despite using our Express Pass, we were able to be on front row (the station operations were, as you would expect, a shambles). Stampida, by far not the worst woodie I’ve been on (Coaster Express the week before takes that title) though it’s evident how much GCI have improved since.
We ate in a café in the Mediterranean area, and whilst the selection was limited, I was not disappointed by the food. This was followed by a short trip to Ferrari Land… Why bother? Very few attractions of interest. Red Force, despite its size, was a stand out disappointment. The launch was rough, and I felt the height difference to that of say Stealth made little difference. I did the shot and drop tower, which was forceless, and we departed to Guest Services to revisit my issue with the previous days Express queues.
And this is where I experienced THE worst customer service I have ever had. I explained what happened, with the response “so what is the problem?”. I explained again that I had given them €34 with no possibility of using the ticket to see the value return “ah, ok”. The lady went out the back, and returned a minute later “no, we do nothing for you”. “Why?”. “Because you bought from a machine, you used the ticket, and yesterday cash iss closed”
???
We hadn’t even said anything about what we wanted. We would’ve been happy for the ticket to be revalidated for that day, or an upgrade to the other passes we had; anything would have been fine. A refund was an option, but not the sole thing we were looking for. The exchange was heated from our side, and met with sheer lack of accountability from their side. They said I should speak to the hotel, the said I should’ve come the day before, they even said I should have returned to the machine, because they cannot help. In other circumstances I would be bemused by this, but sadly Furious Satcho has been woken again. We asked to speak to her supervisor “there is no supervisor”. “Who did you speak to when you went out the back?” “There is no supervisor”. The exchange ended by the lady simply attempting to stare us out, before moving to the next window and seeing to the people behind us. No apology, no attempt to resolve my dissatisfaction, just simply blanking is out.
By this point the guest services queue had built up considerably, however we remained persistent and moved back behind the people she was serving; however when finished with them she went away, and a man decided to speak to us (he had been there the whole time and could have spoken to us during the 15 minutes it took her to serve the people behind us). With no different response from him other than “you did not buy from us, you bought from a machine. You should’ve come yesterday, cash iss closed now”. He conceded in giving us an email address for park management, and what passed for an apology that he cannot help.
It is very clear that the frontline staff in both the park and resort are not given any opportunity to use their initiative, any agency in resolving a guest issue, and everything outside the sale of Express passes must go through their Supervisor who hides behind a curtain.
Anyway, as hotel guests we are aware we have access to the spa in Hotel Port Aventura. If a spa cannot relax me, I’m beyond knowing what can. We return to the hotel and pay for spa access, €10 each, and head back into the park via the wet rides, which were the remaining ones on our passes (we had little interest in Angkor, and I had ridden El Diablo the previous day, to my regret). Tutuki Splash was fun, if you ignore the gum tunnel. The rapids and the flume both pretty average.
At 6pm, after finally managing 1 ride on the major attractions, and no opportunity for the rest (which, as someone who doesn’t care for flats, was no great loss, although would’ve liked one turn on Huracan Condor) we headed to Port Aventura Hotel to use our spa ticket. Guess what…
ISS CLOSED!
Yes, the spa is closed, and to compensate the gym was open for free! Thankfully we were able to get a refund for these (which our hotel had to process, after speaking to their supervisor, and their supervisor) later in the evening, so whilst Simon utilised the gym, I headed out to the pool outside. 5 mins later…
ISS CLOSED!
So, after I have finished shivering after my 5 minutes in a Luke warm pool, and Simon returned from the gym, we looked for food options in the hotel. Guess what…
ISS CLOSED! ISS BUFFET!
Yes, all the dining options in Port Aventura were closed, and only a seafood buffet was available. As someone who is allergic to seafood, we cut our losses and requested transport back to the hotel – which, for a change, was provided for free by the hotel because they probably couldn’t be bothered to think of an excuse to not to.
By this point, I’ve lost track of everything else that was baffling of infuriating about the trip. Our second evening meal was in Grand Opera as we couldn’t face another meal. Besides the build quality of the restaurant – to complete the Basil Fawlty experience so far, cue a “just checking the walls” moment – there were again no complaints about the food. Another pleasant evening in the resort area, which does look stunning at night.
The next morning was our final morning, and following yet another breakfast, we had time to pop into the park and use the spare ride on the Express ticket – worth mentioning that the fabled Fuego show is apparently SBNO as it has been removed from the Express options – on, of course, Shambhala. That is, if we ever get in…
And here is where the idea of the Callaghan rooms having their own reception desk just turned into a farce. They were unable to store our bags, and directed us to the Gold River reception. In Gold River, the information desk “‘ISS CLOSED” directed us to the check-in desk where we waited half an hour. The lady we eventually saw said we had to go to the right of the entrance. We go to where she directed us, and see a sign saying “baggage”. We go through the door, where we are met by a staff member “ISS CLOSED, IS FRONT”… We go to the front, where there is no one to take our bags, so we return to the check-in desk (bypassing the queue this time) and she calls for someone to go to baggage collection…
We did manage to get on Shambhala, but we couldn’t wait to see the back of the place, even though it meant waiting for an hour at the train station – to which, incidentally, we were able to get free transport to, or close enough by being dropped off outside El Paso hotel – where finally, after the strangest 48 hour experience in a theme park I’d ever had, we boarded our train to Barcelona.
In summary, the park has some absolutely banging rides and stunning vistas. But in no way does the park deserve these. Operations are abysmal, staff are next to useless, and the sheer focus on pushing as many Express passes as possible have left a bitter taste in my mouth. Who can say whether I shall return, but it’s not looking good. As may or may not have been said to the Guest Services staff member, you certainly wouldn’t expect this at Europa Park!
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