Escape to Paradise: Movenpick's Sharm El Sheikh Luxury Awaits
Okay, buckle up, buttercup! This is gonna be a review, not just a review. This is… experience. We're diving deep. No more bland hotel brochures, no more predictable praise. We're getting real.
Let's call this place The "Don't-Mention-the-Name-Yet" Retreat. (Because spoiler alerts are fun).
Alright, so I just got back from a stay that, let's just say, ran the gamut. Prepare yourself, because this is gonna be less a structured list and more… well, my brain on vacation.
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Accessibility:
Okay, first impressions. I need to talk about this. I'm always a little wary about accessibility claims. We all know how that can go. First off, they had… actual ramps! And not those poorly constructed, barely-a-ramp ramps. Real, thought-out ramps. Bonus points! But, I’m not gonna lie, the path to the outdoor pool (more on that later) was… a journey. Slightly too much gravel for some wheelchairs – which I noticed, even though I personally didn't need it. But, good start, and they really, really tried. Wheelchair Accessible, Yes – but with a caveat: some areas are better than others. I'd give it a solid 7/10 for accessibility. The elevator was smooth, wide enough, and well-maintained. The front desk staff were helpful too, genuinely helpful, not just giving the polite brush-off. Bravo.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Again, good! But, it felt like the accessible tables were a little… shoved to the side? Just a tiny detail that sort of… bugged me. No biggie, but something to note.
Internet Access & Free Wi-Fi - the Modern Necessity:
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Yes, thank sweet Jesus. That's a lifesaver. Fast? Surprisingly so. I was able to stream my shows and everything. God bless decent internet! Internet [LAN] was also available, which is nice if you're old-school and into that sort of thing. The main thing is, it worked. And, I'm not gonna complain about that. There wasn’t any of that agonizing, slow-as-molasses connection I’ve experienced in other places.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax & Wellness – Let’s Jump In!
This is where things get interesting. This is the whole point of the retreat, right? Okay. So, I went for the Body Scrub. And oh. My. God. This was heavenly. I’m talking, skin smoother than a baby’s… well, you get the idea. The lady who did it, bless her cotton socks, was amazing. She actually knew what she was doing. And the oils? Divine. Honestly, the body scrub alone almost makes the trip worth it.
The Pool with a View…. Okay, so I'm a sucker for a pool with a view. This one was almost great. The view was stunning (I mean, seriously, breathtaking), but the pool itself was… crowded. And a little small, to be honest. You had to time your swims, and watch out for the people doing their laps. Did I get in the way of their laps? Probably. Did I care? Maybe a little bit. It was still nice, but not a totally isolated, zen experience. More like a "share the water with everyone else" experience.
The Sauna: I am a sauna fiend. And this one? Not bad. Not the best I've ever been in, but hot enough to sweat out all the stress and wine from the day. Bonus: It wasn't too busy!
The Spa/Sauna: Yeah, you get a spa and a sauna! Can't go wrong, can you?
Fitness Center: I went. I sweated. It was a gym thing. It had all the usual equipment, clean, and well-maintained. Not a highlight, but, it was there.
Food, Glorious Food (and Drink!):
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: This is where the retreat really shines – or, at least, tries to. They had options for everyone, the selection of food and drink was HUGE! The Restaurants, plural! Yes! And all different cuisines. And a Poolside bar, absolutely necessary.
Breakfast [buffet]: The breakfast buffet was pretty impressive. But here’s the thing… the Asian breakfast was way tastier than the Western breakfast. I had to try both, of course. The noodles… chef’s kiss. The croissants, though? Meh.
A la carte in restaurant: I tried it once – and it was good, but nothing that blew me away. It was… okay.
Happy Hour: Yes. Absolutely yes.
Room service [24-hour]: This is a lifesaver. Especially at 3 a.m. when you can't sleep and suddenly have a craving for cake. (True story).
Snack bar: Convenient, but overpriced.
(Rambling Time)
I think I'm getting a bit tired. There’s a lot to cover! But… the food was a highlight. Especially when you’re getting room service and watching TV. You know, the simple pleasures of life.
Cleanliness and Safety – It’s 2024, After All!
Okay, let's get real. Safety is everything these days. They were doing their best. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Check. Hand sanitizer everywhere? Check, check, check. They tried hard. You could see they wanted to make sure everyone felt safe.
Rooms sanitized between stays: Yep. Couldn’t fault this.
Staff trained in safety protocol: Yup. Well, at least that’s what they said in a briefing, so… hopefully!
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Safe dining setup: They were also very careful in the dining areas. Tables spaced out, etc. It made me feel, mostly, at ease. They were trying.
The rooms: More on that later. (Because I have to talk about the rooms.)
Services and Conveniences – A Mixed Bag:
Air conditioning in public area? Yes. (Thank God!)
Cash withdrawal: Present.
Concierge: Helpful. Usually.
Daily housekeeping: Absolutely stellar. My room was spotless every day. Bonus points.
Facilities for disabled guests: Yes. They were trying.
Laundry service: Convenient, but expensive. (As always).
Safety deposit boxes: Always a must.
Security [24-hour]: Made me feel safer, but nothing is foolproof, right? The feeling of security was there, though.
(Deep Breath. Back to the Room!)
Available in all rooms: Free Wi-Fi (mentioned it!) Air conditioning (essential!), Hair dryer, Minibar, Private bathroom, Satellite/cable channels, Shower. Basically, all the good stuff.
The bathroom… It was nice. The shower was great. And they had amazing toiletries. I may have stolen a few. (Don’t judge!).
The Room Decorations:… Look, I’m not gonna lie. It was a bit… generic? Like a very nice, luxury hotel room, but nothing particularly inspiring. A little personality wouldn't hurt.
To Sum Up (Kind Of):
Would I recommend the "Don't-Mention-the-Name-Yet" Retreat? Yes – with caveats.. It's a good option. If you're looking for a reliable, accessible retreat experience with good dining options and reasonable prices, then it's worth a go. But, if you're looking for something truly memorable? It might fall a little short. More like a slightly over-the-top Holiday Inn.
Final Score:
Overall: 7.5/10. Accessibility: 7/10. Wellness: 8/10 (Body Scrub carried it!) Food: 8.5/10. Room: solid 7/10
And that, my friends, is the unvarnished truth. (Now, where's that cake I ordered…?)
Unbelievable Cebu Luxury: Bellavista Hotel's Secret Paradise Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a Movenpick Resort Sharm El-Sheikh itinerary… that's more "charmingly chaotic" than "perfectly planned." Consider this less of a rigid schedule and more a… well, a suggestion, a whisper of an idea… a potential roadmap to potential sunburns and questionable decisions. Let's go!
Movenpick Mayhem: A Sharm El-Sheikh Survival Guide (with a hint of luxury)
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Pool Ambush (or, "Why Did I Pack So Many Jeans?")
- 8:00 AM (ish): Cairo International Airport. God, the heat already. Why did I wear black? And jeans? Honestly, past-me, what were you thinking? The luggage carousel feels like an eternity. Found my bag! Victory! (I'm easily pleased.)
- 9:30 AM: The hotel transfer. The driver, bless his soul, is a cheerful fella who speaks like he swallowed a dictionary and a smile. The landscape – dusty beauty, punctuated by pockets of vibrant green. This place is a feast for the eyes, even if it's currently roasting my eyeballs.
- 11:00 AM: Arrived. Movenpick's lobby is grand, think giant chandeliers and enough marble to build a small palace. Check-in is… painless, surprisingly. They give me a welcome drink. It's… pink. Smells vaguely of bubblegum. Okay, I'm already in a good place.
- 12:00 PM: Finally, the room! View of the Red Sea? Check! Balcony? Check! (Suddenly, I've forgotten about the jeans. Almost.) Quick unpack, but let's be honest, I'm not really unpacking, more like… strategically placing my stuff.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch. (I'm starving.) The buffet… oh, the buffet. A glorious, chaotic explosion of food: fresh seafood, kebabs that smell divine, and a dessert section that's practically begging me to make bad choices. I make ALL the bad choices (and they are DELICIOUS).
- 3:00 PM: The Pool. Oh, the pool. It lures you in with its shimmering blue perfection. I dive in, and immediately realize… the sun is vicious. I should have applied more sunscreen. Rookie mistake. Sunburn incoming. The pool is great, the atmosphere is a blend of relaxed vacation vibes and loud music.
- 5:00 PM: Nap time. Sun and food has taken it's toll. Woke up and drank a beer.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at one of the hotel's restaurants - the Lebanese restaurant. Food was interesting, I didn't love it.
- 9:00 PM: Walk around the resort, admire the moonlight reflecting off the sea. A sense of peace washes over me. Maybe this isn't so bad after all.
Day 2: Snorkeling Shenanigans and Sand Castle Sadness (or, "The Day I Swallowed Half the Red Sea")
- 8:00 AM: Coffee, balcony time, and the beautiful view. The sea is so blue.
- 9:00 AM: Snorkeling excursion! This is the thing I was most excited for. The hotel arranges it which is easy. The boat is packed and the crew is all smiles. We sail out. Then, the Red Sea reveals its magic. The coral is vibrant, the fish are like living jewels, and for a moment, I forget about the world. I had a close encounter with a giant sea turtle. It was magnificent.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch on the boat. Bland. Still, the view makes up for it. The boat stops a few times and we dive in. At one point I swallowed sea water in my snorkel! It was gross.
- 2:00 PM: Back on land, I attempt to build a sandcastle. It collapses. The wind mocks me. My sandcastle-building skills are clearly as rusty as my sea legs are now wobbly.
- 3:00 PM: More pool time. Because, frankly, what else is there to do? Sunscreen application remains a work in progress.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. This time chose the Italian restaurant. The food was great, a little slice of Italy in Egypt.
- 8:00 PM: Exploring the resort's shops. Picked up a few souvenirs: A cheesy "I Heart Sharm El-Sheikh" t-shirt (because, why not?), Some spices, and a scarf that's already threatening to give me a rash.
- 9:00 PM: Relaxing on my balcony again with the sea breeze, the stars.
Day 3: Desert Dreams and Camel Calamities (or, "When in Egypt, Ride a Dromedary (and Regret it Later)")
- 7:00 AM: Okay, up early! I'm ready for this desert adventure.
- 8:00 AM: Coffee and breakfast. Scrambled eggs, pastries. Fueling up for the adrenaline rush!
- 9:00 AM: Desert Safari. Oh boy. The jeep ride is exhilarating, if slightly terrifying. I thought I was going to die. The sand dunes stretch out before us, a sea of golden waves. The driver is a magician behind the wheel, navigating the terrain with an almost reckless abandon.
- 10:00 AM: Camel ride! I thought it would be romantic. It wasn't. It was… wobbly. And bumpy. And my poor backside will never forgive me. Halfway through, I was praying to be put down.
- 11:00 AM: The Bedouin camp. Tea, shisha (smelly, but, hey, when in Rome, right?), and a glimpse into another culture. The cultural show was entertaining.
- 1:00 PM: Back at the resort, I collapse (thankfully not literally) by the pool.
- 3:00 PM: Massage. Oh. My. God. Pure bliss. All the camel-related aches and pains are slowly melting away. Worth. Every. Penny.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. Decided to try something different. The seafood restaurant. It was pricey, but worth it. Delicious!
- 8:00 PM: Drinks at the bar. People-watching. Noticing the people. Listening to the music.
Day 4: Relaxation, Reflection, and the Realization (or, "I Wish I Booked a Longer Trip")
- 8:00 AM: Sleep in! Finally. The best feeling in the world.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. Savoring the last of the pastries.
- 10:00 AM: Last swim. I'm getting used to the sun, finally.
- 12:00 PM: Check-out. Doing the math, realizing I didn't drink enough, eat the right things, and do the right things (according to my schedule).
- 1:00 PM: Lunch at the beachside restaurant.
- 3:00 PM: Last-minute souvenir shopping. Panic buying.
- 5:00 PM: Head to the airport. The goodbyes are rough. I would have loved to have a few more days.
- Flight time: The flight back is long. The sky is beautiful.
- Arrival time: Home.
Things I learned:
- Sunscreen is your friend. Seriously.
- Always, ALWAYS bring more than one pair of comfortable shoes.
- Egypt is beautiful, chaotic, and completely worth it.
- I need to learn how to speak more of the language.
Final Thoughts:
This trip was a mix of laughter, sunburns, cultural immersion, and a whole lot of delicious food. Was it perfect? Absolutely not. Was it memorable? You bet your camel-riding derriere it was. Would I go back? In a heartbeat. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go plan my next adventure… And maybe invest in a better sunscreen.
Escape to Paradise: Il Lido Orbetello, Italy - Your Dream Vacation Awaits!
So, basically, is sourdough *hard*? Because I'm, like, REALLY bad at cooking.
Okay, so, the internet will tell you it's "a labor of love," which translated means, "prepare to cry into your flour." And you *will* cry. I've cried. My kitchen has seen more meltdowns than a toddler at naptime. Is it *hard*? Well… yes. It’s not like whipping up a box of brownies. But, it's more like… a *relationship*. A really needy, slightly psychotic relationship with a blob of fermented flour and water called a 'starter'. You have to feed it, nurture it, watch it like a hawk, and still, it might just decide to be a total jerk and not rise. But the good news? Even when you majorly screw up (and you will), you still get… bread. Edible bread. Maybe even delicious bread. So, is it hard? Kinda. Is it worth it? Absolutely. Prepare to feel like a total failure at first. Then, prepare to taste the most amazing loaf of bread you've ever sniffed. It's a rollercoaster. A delicious, carb-filled rollercoaster.
What do I NEED to get started? Like, the basics. And please, don’t tell me I need some fancy, obscure gadgets.
Alright, let’s keep this simple. You need: Flour (bread flour is best, but all-purpose *can* work, especially when starting out. Don't go buying some bougie stuff just yet!), Water (un-chlorinated if possible, but I used tap water for ages and survived), Salt (duh!), A jar or container (like, a *real* jar, not some fancy ceramic thing), A kitchen scale (TRUST ME. Measuring by weight beats measuring by volume ANY DAY OF THE WEEK. Trust me on this, because… I’ll get to it.), A bowl (for mixing the dough), a clean cloth or plastic wrap, and some kind of baking vessel (Dutch oven is ideal. IF you don’t have one, a baking sheet with something to create steam – like a pan with water or a baking dome). Oh, and a rubber spatula. You'll be living with it. And, most important of all: Patience. Like, a LOT of patience. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Seriously. Because at 3 am when you have to feed your starter…
What if my starter… *doesn’t* work? Like, what if it just sits there, all sad and bubbly-less?
Oh honey, prepare for heartbreak. That starter? It's your baby. And watching it do absolutely *nothing* is soul-crushing. It might just be taking its sweet time, or, *gasp*, it's D-E-A-D. Don’t panic! The first time I made a starter, it refused to rise for like, *weeks*. I kept feeding it, whispering encouraging words ("C'mon little buddy, you can do it!"), but it was just… a sludge. Eventually, I gave up. Threw it in the trash, feeling like a failure. But I started again a few weeks later, maybe a different recipe, maybe better flour, maybe just better luck, and BAM! Life. Rising and falling and glorious bubbles. If after a week or ten days it's not showing signs of life, start again. It's okay, it is very normal. Don't give up. Just think of it as…practice! Plus, you can usually ask a local baker for a bit of their starter. That's what I did! Saved my sanity and my sourdough dreams!
Okay, let’s say my starter *does* work. How many times do I have to feed it? This sounds like a pet that needs to be taken care of.
Oh, you've hit the nail on the head. It IS a pet. A pet that doesn't love you back, but you still gotta feed it. Ideally, once or twice a day. It depends on the temperature of your kitchen and how active your starter is. Warmer kitchens = faster activity. Colder kitchens means slower action. When you feed it, you'll discard a portion of your starter (usually about half) and then add equal parts flour and water. Again, the scale is your friend here. I’m visually challenged. I *thought* I knew what a "cup" measured and I was totally wrong. It's a pain, but the measurements are the key to consistency. It's like maintaining a little ecosystem in a jar. Neglect it, and it will, well, let you know. With a funky smell. Or a layer of hooch.
What's this "hooch" business I keep hearing about? Should I be worried?
Hooch is basically alcohol. It’s the byproduct of a hungry starter that hasn’t been fed in a while. It's that dark liquid that sometimes forms on top of your starter. Don't panic! It smells like… well, booze. And it's fine. You can either stir it back in, or discard the liquid and feed. It doesn't mean your starter is ruined. It’s just telling you it's hungry. I’d sometimes go a little long on the feeding, and in those cases, usually after a few days the hooch would start to multiply. In those cases, I'd dump a lot of that. But even if I didn't, the sourdough bread was never impacted.
Okay, I've fed my starter a zillion times, and now it's bubbly and happy! So...now what?
Now you're ready to make the dough (!!!). First, you need to take a portion of your starter, this is called the "levain" or "active starter". This is what will make your dough rise! This is when you must feed the starter, let it rise (again), and then you'll mix it with flour, water, and salt. Then comes the bulk fermentation, which is basically letting the dough do its thing. Stretch and folds, it's all very technical, but you can find a bunch of recipes and youtube videos on that! And this is where you hope and pray you did everything correctly: You want a nicely risen dough -- not something that's been neglected and it is now flat. Or over-risen, and flat. Or rising… but not quite. And, honestly, the first few loaves might be… a bit dense. It's a learning process. Don't get discouraged!
How long does the actual baking take? Because I'm impatient.
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