Escape to Paradise: Hurghada's #1 Beach Resort Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Hurghada's #1 Beach Resort Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Hurghada's "Paradise"? Let's Find Out! (A Messy, Honest Review)
Alright, folks, peel yourselves away from your screens and listen up! I just got back from Escape to Paradise: Hurghada's #1 Beach Resort (and trust me, I’m still trying to shake the sand out of… well, everything). This ain’t your glossy brochure review – it’s the real deal, complete with questionable decisions, sunburns, and the unwavering belief that a decent coffee is a human right.
First Impressions: Promises, Promises… and Elevators
So, “#1 Beach Resort,” huh? Gotta say, the lobby was impressive. Marble, chandeliers… the works. They definitely put their money into the aesthetics. Getting there, though? Well, that's where things get interesting.
- Accessibility: Okay, this is important. I noticed the hotel claims to be accessible. Which is… mostly true. There's an elevator, good. That's a HUGE win. But navigating outside felt a bit dicey. Ramps are present for wheelchair accessibility but, some could use a re-think. (More on that bumpy ride later.)
- Elevator: The elevator was surprisingly speedy. Always a plus.
- Check-in/out [Contactless/Express]: Kinda cool. Quick, efficient. I'm not sure how much I trust a hotel that encourages online check-in.
- Doorman: There was a doorman. He seemed perpetually exhausted, but always smiled. Must be the Hurghada sun.
The Room: My Personal Oasis (…With a Few Quirks)
Here's the lowdown: I'm a sucker for a good room. And this one, well, it was pretty darn spacious, full of luxuries I didn't know I needed!
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
- Air Conditioning: Crucial. Absolutely crucial! Like, life-or-death crucial in Hurghada. It worked splendidly.
- Wi-Fi [Free]: And, miracle of miracles, it actually worked consistently! Score!
- Bathtub: HUGE. Especially after a day of baking in the sun. Also, if you can, take a bath while the sun is setting… magic
- Bed: Best bed ever. Seriously, I never wanted to get up. It was a cloud of comfort.
- Minibar: Overpriced, but stocked! Always a temptation.
- Soundproofing: Surprisingly good. I slept like a baby (until the jet lag hit).
- Daily housekeeping: Excellent, no complaints.
Now, for the "quirks": The bathroom phone? Seriously? Who uses a bathroom phone in 2024? And the lack of power outlets! Like, where am I supposed to charge my phone, my kindle, my camera, my soul?
Dining, Drinking, and That Infamous Buffet…
Okay, buckle up, because this is where things get… interesting. Food is usually a major part of an experience, and at Escape to Paradise, that was definitely the case.
- Restaurants: They have the usual suspects. I wouldn’t write home about the restaurants.
- Breakfast [buffet]: This is the one I focused on. Breakfast was where my love for the breakfast buffet started. There was the international spread, the continental variety, and all of the usual, familiar items, but some things were lacking. It's a daily adventure, I must say. Initially, I was ecstatic. Croissants! Pancakes! Eggs cooked to order! The sheer volume of food was… overwhelming. But as the days went on, a certain sameness crept in. The bacon was sometimes… well, more like crispy, flavored paper. The coffee was, let's be honest, questionable at best. Yet, there was an underlying sweetness to it.
- A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant: The a la carte menus were okay. The poolside bar? Essential for survival. The "vegetarian options"? Let's just say they're trying.
- Happy hour: Yes! And a good one, at that. Made those questionable cocktails slightly more palatable.
- Dining, drinking, and snacking: Okay at this point, let me introduce some of my new friends - the staff. The staff here, are the unsung heroes of Escape to Paradise. The staff are always hustling. They're friendly, professional, and always (and I mean ALWAYS) greeted us with a smile.
- Breakfast takeaway service: I would recommend ordering food to your room in advance, although it wasn't the best experience.
- Bottle of water: Always. Hydration IS important.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax, and “Finding Paradise”… or Not
- Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: The pools were HUGE. And beautiful. But also packed. Finding a sun lounger felt like a competitive sport.
- Pool with view: Definitely a highlight. Especially at sunset.
- Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Body scrub, Body wrap, Massage, Foot bath: The spa was… okay. I had a massage, and it was decent. The steam room was nice.
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: Didn't get around to it. See "finding a sun lounger" above.
- Things to do: They offer various activities. Water sports, excursions, etc. I mostly stuck to the beach and the pool.
- Ways to relax: The beach is a huge draw. However, be prepared for constant vendors hawking their wares. They're persistent.
Cleanliness, Safety, and the Pandemic… (Still a Thing!)
- Cleanliness and safety: The hotel claims to take safety seriously.
- Hand sanitizer, First aid kit, Doctor/nurse on call: Sanitizer was everywhere. Made me feel slightly more secure.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Excellent.
- **Staff trained in safety protocol, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas,
- Hot water linen and laundry washing, Hygiene certification:** Honestly, it felt clean.
For the Kids and Not-So-Little Kids Too
- Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal, Babysitting service: Seemed perfectly suited for families. I saw kids EVERYWHERE.
- Babysitting service, For the kids, Kids meal: Seemed perfectly suited for families. I saw kids EVERYWHERE.
Getting Around… and the Airport Transfer Saga!
- Airport transfer: Getting to and from the airport was an ordeal.
The Verdict: Paradise… with a Few Bumps in the Road
So, is Escape to Paradise a true paradise? Well, it's definitely a nice escape. It has its flaws, yes, but it's an experience. The staff certainly make the place shine, the breakfast is fun, and the pool is amazing.
Final Rating: Definitely worth a visit if you're looking for beach bliss and a good dose of relaxation. Just go in knowing it's not perfect and be prepared for a few… interesting experiences.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your sanitised pre-packaged holiday brochure. This is me, trying to survive Paradise Beach Resort Hurghada, Egypt, and spilling the emotional guts of it all over this itinerary-slash-diary-slash-therapy session.
Paradise Beach Resort: My Slightly Chaotic, Mostly Sunny Chronicle
(Day 1: Arrival and the Great Sunscreen Catastrophe of ‘24)
- 08:00: Ugh, airplane. I hate airplanes. Still, the Red Sea is calling. I think. Landing at Hurghada International. The heat hits you like a slap in the face. I’m immediately regretting wearing a turtleneck. (Note to self: pack lighter. Less turtlenecks.)
- 09:00: Customs. Somehow, I’m through. This is a small victory. Find the shuttle to the resort. The driver’s playing Arabic pop music, which is…something. I'm judging the sunglasses game of the other tourists.
- 10:00: Check-in. The lobby is…large. Overwhelmingly large. The staff are efficient, but I'm already craving a cold drink. I'm handed the precious plastic wristband, my passport to…well, everything.
- 11:00: Room reveal! It's…fine. Balcony looks onto the sea – score! (Mostly because I was expecting garden view, and judging by the landscaping, that would be an insult to gardens. The fridge is small and there's a peculiar stain on the carpet, but hey, at least the AC works.
- 12:00: The Great Sunscreen Catastrophe. I forgot to pack sunscreen. I KNOW, I KNOW. Rookie mistake. I’m at the resort shop, paying three times the price for a bottle of factor 50. I swear this bottle of sunscreen is going to become my best friend for the next week!
- 13:00: Lunch at the main restaurant. The buffet… It's a glorious, chaotic free-for-all. I’m overwhelmed. I wander aimlessly, vaguely intimidated by a giant vat of what I think is hummus. I grab some bread, some salad, and a questionable-looking piece of chicken. The chicken, alas, is dry. I console myself with a pile of baklava. It’s a good start.
- 14:00: Pool time! I find a sun lounger, slather myself in expensive sunscreen, and succumb to the sun's embrace. Ahhh, bliss. Until the wind suddenly whips up, flinging sand at every possible orifice. I briefly consider going back to my room but realize I will become a hermit.
- 16:00: Wander around the resort, get ridiculously lost, and stumble upon the beach. It’s beautiful. The water is turquoise. It's also filled with people. I realize, with a pang of annoyance, that Paradise has a price.
- 17:00: Back to the room. Shower, put on actual clothes instead of the bathing suit, because, yes, I'm one of those people.
- 19:00: Dinner at the Italian restaurant. The food is… surprisingly good? The pasta is al dente. The wine is… drinkable. I'm starting to think this trip won't completely suck. I may have even made eye contact with the waiter as if flirting. Oh dear!
- 21:00: Stroll along the beach. The stars are incredible. The air is balmy (mostly). I chat with a couple from Germany and learn all about their hiking trips (which makes me feel lazy). I’m starting to wonder if I should have been an adventurist.
- 22:00: Bed. Exhausted. Sunburned. Content. (Mostly).
(Day 2: Snorkelling…and a Near-Drowning Experience)
- 08:00: Wake up. The sun! The promise of the sea!
- 09:00: Breakfast. More buffet. I master the art of navigating the chaotic food stations and actually discover some tasty bits. Today I try the local bread with a dipping sauce. The taste buds dance with joy.
- 10:00: Snorkelling excursion! We’re crammed onto a boat, which is charming. I'm a terrible snorkeller. I'm a terrible swimmer in general. The only reason I signed up for the boat excursion is to see the coral. "It's an underwater paradise!" the guide said.
- 11:00: Into the water! The reef is breathtaking. Fish of every colour imaginable swim past. Except… I swallow a mouthful of seawater. I panic. I flail. I nearly drown. The guide pulls me back on board. I spend the next hour coughing and feeling mortified. My near-death experience has put me off of snorkelling.
- 13:00: Lunch on the boat. I'm still shaken. I pick at a piece of grilled fish and watch the other tourists enjoy the sea. I’m now very wary of the ocean.
- 14:00: Back to the resort. I seek the comforting embrace of the pool (less dangerous somehow). I spend the afternoon reading and gradually calming down.
- 17:00: I decide, against my better judgment, to get a massage. It's luxurious, and the masseuse is incredibly skilled. My tension slowly melts away.
- 19:00: Dinner. This time, I brave the main buffet again. I try (and fail) to identify all the dishes. There’s a lot of international food, but some of it is…questionable. I get distracted by a cat that’s weaving between the tables.
- 21:00: Evening entertainment: a terrible singer. I hide in the corner of the bar. I end up chatting with a couple who have been coming to Hurghada for years. They give me tips about the best places to eat and the scams to avoid.
- 22:00: Sleep! I’m starting to get acclimatized to the heat.
(Day 3: Desert Safari and a Dramatic Misunderstanding)
- 09:00: Sleep-in! I realize I don’t have to be anywhere. Breakfast is late. I am embracing the lazy life.
- 10:00: Sunbathing. Sunscreen. Book. Bliss.
- 12:00: I take a dip in the pool. It’s cold. I still love it.
- 13:00: I make a small blunder. I spill coffee on the head of the German man I met yesterday. He just grunts and returns to his reading. I’m embarrassed, and the fact that I nearly drowned yesterday, makes me feel really clumsy.
- 14:00: DESERT SAFARI! This is where it gets interesting. We're hurtling across the sand dunes in a 4x4. It’s exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.
- 15:00: We stop at a Bedouin camp. It’s touristy, but the sunset over the desert is magnificent. We ride camels (briefly). I can’t stop laughing at the awkwardness of the camel ride.
- 17:00: The dramatic part. We’re enjoying a barbecue. I order a soda, but I get water instead. I get very, very thirsty, and ask for water. I get water with a lemon again. I don’t know why, I’m so confused. The man serving me starts to shout. I think he’s yelling at me. I get upset and then, in my head, I interpret everything he says as an insult. Things escalate.
- 18:00: It turns out, he’s just trying to tell me the soft drink machine is broken. He was also trying to apologise, but my brain was interpreting it all wrong. I’m mortified. I apologise profusely. We laugh it off.
- 20:00: Back at the resort. Exhausted and covered in sand. I decide to skip dinner and order room service. More baklava. Regret.
- 21:00: I spend ages writing in this diary, trying to make sense of the day’s events and how my brain sometimes works against me.
- 22:00: Sleep.
(Day 4-7: The Slow Descent into Holiday Bliss (and Slight Madness))
- The following days blur together into a glorious, sun-drenched haze.
- Pool time: More pool time. More sunscreen. More books. I become one with the sun lounger. I perfect the art of doing absolutely nothing. I spot all the tourists now, and judge them accordingly.
- Beach: I venture back. I take a long walk, collect seashells (and immediately lose them). I discover the sweet taste of beach life.
- Food: I try all the restaurants. I discover my love for Egyptian cuisine. I begin to recognize the staff at the buffet. I start to feel less like a lost foreigner and more like… well,
Escape to Paradise: Hurghada's #1 Beach Resort...Is It REALLY? (A Messy FAQ)
So, "Escape to Paradise"... sounds pretty intense. Is it actually a paradise? Like, *real* paradise?
Okay, let's be real. Pure, unadulterated paradise? Nah. But is it close? Yeah, mostly. I mean, *I* expected, you know, angels descending with platters of… whatever angels eat. Instead, I got a slightly grumpy, but super efficient, porter and a welcome drink that tasted vaguely of pineapple and maybe a hint of regret (from overpacking!).
The beach? Stunning. Turquoise water that makes you want to chuck your phone and jump in. But sometimes… sometimes you'd find these rogue seaweed patches. And then that whole 'sand-gets-everywhere' thing. You'll be finding it for days. But, for the most part, it's a solid "YES" on the "paradise-adjacent" scale. You just gotta manage your expectations. And maybe bring a tiny vacuum for post-beach cleanup.
What's the food situation like? I'm a HUGE snacker.
Oh, the food! This is where it gets interesting. The buffet? A glorious, chaotic adventure. One day, you're feasting on the most amazing grilled fish you've ever tasted. The next? Let's just say… I'm pretty sure I saw a rogue chicken nugget taking up residence in the dessert section for a solid 24 hours. It was lonely. I felt for it.
My advice? Embrace the chaos. Try *everything*. Even the things that look suspiciously brown. And the snacks? My god, the snacks. They have little kiosks all over the place, serving up everything from questionable-looking, but surprisingly delicious, kebabs to… well, more questionable-looking, but also delicious, pastries. *And the gelato.* Don't even get me started on the gelato. Let’s just say I may or may not have eaten my weight in pistachio. It was, like, a whole *problem*.
Are there activities? I get bored easily!
Oh, honey, you'll be *drowning* in activities. Scuba diving, snorkeling, windsurfing (which I attempted, and let me tell you, the ocean won), water polo (I was surprisingly good, until the ball hit me in the face), belly dancing lessons (I blame the kebabs) … it's relentless!
But here's the insider secret: Most activities AREN'T included. Yeah, the beach is free, winning! But the scuba? The private boat tour? Add it to the bill. So, pace yourself, okay? And unless they're giving away free beer on a certain activity, make sure you have a good budget. Or at least be prepared to negotiate with the aggressively charming activity reps. They're GOOD. Too good.
What are the rooms like? Are they, you know, clean?
Alright, let's talk about the rooms. So, clean? Mostly. I mean, I'm a germaphobe, so I brought my own antibacterial wipes, just in case. And, like, sometimes you'd find a stray questionable hair in the bathroom, but it wasn't MY hair, so whatever.
My room, I had the “deluxe ocean view” room. And it… it had an ocean view. Eventually. After I spent like, an hour, wandering around the labyrinthine hallways, trying to find the bloody thing. Which, honestly, was half the fun. I met some interesting people, I’ll give you that. One guy was convinced his room was haunted. I didn't see any ghosts, but the air conditioning unit *did* sound like it was possessed by a grumpy demon. But, hey, the bed was comfy, the view was eventually worth it. So, yeah, mostly clean. Just… maybe bring some Lysol, just in case. (I would suggest, in retrospect!)
What's the deal with the staff? Helpful? Annoying? A mix of both?
The staff… the heart and soul of the place, really. And a mixed bag. Some of them are absolute ROCKSTARS. Seriously, these guys are like, superhumanly helpful. They remember your name (scary!), they bring you extra towels before you even ask, and they manage to keep smiling even when they're dealing with the truly awful people... you know the type. (I may or may not have accidentally been *that* person once or twice. Oops.)
Then there are the others. The ones who seem to have perfected the art of the "polite, but completely disengaged" smile. You ask for something, they nod, and then… nothing. But hey, can't win 'em all, right? Overall, they're trying. And a little bit of patience and a friendly tip goes a long way. Trust me on that one. Make friends with the bar staff - they’re always the best folks!
Is it family-friendly? I'm traveling with kids.
YES! Well, mostly. If you like kids, you'll LOVE it. There’s a kids' club – which I’m assuming is where they dump the kids. The water park is a godsend for keeping them busy. The beach is great for sandcastle building. And tons of families! Loads!
The problem? The sheer volume of noise. At certain times, it's like walking into a daycare center in a hurricane. I got to the point where I had to bring my own earplugs. So if you're a parent with kids - perfect! If you're *not* a parent with kids? Well, you should bring earplugs. And maybe a very large, judgmental stare for when the kids start screaming their adorable heads off at 6 AM. It's a trade-off, really. Good for families, maybe not so great for the perpetually grumpy, like myself.
Okay, so, overall… would you go back?
You know, that's a tough one. There were moments of sheer, unadulterated bliss. Lounging on the beach, book in hand, the sun warming my skin… *chef’s kiss*. Those gelatos… legendary. The staff can be excellent.
But then there were the seaweed patches, the rogue chicken nugget, the aggressively charming activity reps, and the screaming children. And, uh, the questionable hair. So. Would I go back? Probably. Eventually. After I’ve recovered from the sensory overload and meticulously scrubbed myself (and my luggage) of sand. It's not perfect, it's a bit of a messy experience, but it's memorable. And, you know, sometimes even messy is good. Like that time I forgot to use sunscreen… but that’s a story for another FAQ. Maybe.
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