Escape to Paradise: Adults-Only Luxury in Hurghada (Steigenberger Pure Lifestyle)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the Steigenberger Pure Lifestyle in Hurghada. "Escape to Paradise," they call it. Let's see if it lives up to the hype, shall we? Forget those robotic reviews. I'm here to tell you the real story.
First Impressions & The Arrival Drama (Accessibility, or Lack Thereof!)
Right off the bat, this place is supposed to be pure luxury. And, well… it mostly is. But let's talk accessibility, a crucial thing, especially if you're hoping to actually escape and not be trapped. I'm not in a wheelchair personally, but I'm always looking out.
- Accessibility: Okay, so the website says they have facilities for disabled guests. But here's the thing: seeing it and experiencing it are two different beasts. Finding concrete info on specific room accessibility is like pulling teeth. You gotta call and ask specifics, and even then, it's best to have a healthy dose of skepticism. The elevator, thankfully, exists. But I'd strongly suggest a thorough Q&A with the hotel before you book if accessibility is a non-negotiable for you. Don't just take their word for it (again, call).
- Arrival: The airport transfer was smooth. The staff were friendly, although my Arabic is non-existent, and theirs was… limited. It was “OK” though. And thank GOD, because the car park looked busy. There's valet parking, but honestly, I'm too cheap, and I like to keep a sense of my own independence. My biggest issue was how long EVERYTHING took: get checked in, get my luggage to the right place, find the right room, open the door! The first 20 minutes were a logistical nightmare – and that’s not something you want after a long flight.
The Room: Oasis or… Overpriced Hotel Room? (Available in All Rooms)
The damn room. Okay, let's break it down.
- The Good Stuff: Air-conditioning? YES! I sweat like a pig in Egypt. Mini-bar? CHECK. (Pro-tip: the bottled water is free, so stock up!). Blackout curtains? Thank the heavens, or I'd be up at sunrise. Bathrobes? Comfy. Wi-fi? Free AND working! I was expecting dial-up, considering other hotels I've stayed at, but hey, I'm not complaining. The bed was huge and comfortable, with extra long pillows.
- The… Could Be Beter Stuff: The bathroom phone? Seriously? Who are you calling?! The décor was a bit… generic. Like a catalogue of "Luxury Hotel Rooms: Edition 2008". It was clean, that's for sure. No complaints about cleanliness! I’d have liked some artwork, and a bit more personality. The carpet was a bit… dull. The "complimentary" tea had a distinct taste of "hotel". Oh, I forgot—I do have a massive beef with the "reading light". Why is it always a 2-watt, mood-killer of a bulb? I like to read at night, damn it!
The Poolside Experience: Sun, Splendor, and the Occasional Sunburn (Swimming Pool, Swimming Pool [Outdoor], Poolside Bar)
Okay, this is where the Steigenberger kicks ass. The pool area? Gorgeous. Multiple pools, including one infinity pool that just screams "Instagram me!" Loungers are plentiful, and the staff are constantly buzzing around, taking drink orders.
- Pool with a View: The view is… well, it's the Red Sea. Stunning. Enough said.
- Poolside Bar: Essential. The drinks are good (and strong). The cocktails are a little pricey, but hey, you're on vacation. I drank so many, I almost ended up in the sea. (Spoiler alert: I didn't.)
- The Sunburn: Okay, confession time. I forgot my sunscreen on Day 1. Rookie mistake. Ended up looking like a lobster. Learn from my stupidity. Pack sunscreen. Seriously.
Food, Glorious Food… and the Occasional Disappointment (Dining, Drinking, and Snacking)
This is where the Steigenberger really tries to shine. And mostly succeeds.
- Breakfast (Buffet): The buffet is epic, in the truest sense of the word. Asian breakfasts if that's your thing (I am), but also the traditional English/Western. The variety is astounding. Fresh fruit, pastries, eggs cooked every conceivable way. I spent so long at breakfast one day, I almost missed my spa appointment.
- Restaurants: There are several options, from buffets to a la carte. The a la carte is great. Some restaurants have views (essential).
- Snack Bar: Perfect for a light lunch by the pool. The salads are decent, and the pizza is surprisingly good.
- Room Service: Available 24/7. Perfect for midnight cravings, or when you've had too many cocktails.
- The Verdict: The food is good, generally. There's something for everyone. But, and this is a big but… it's still a buffet. Nothing mind-blowing, but definitely solid.
Relaxation Station: Spa, Sauna, and Staring into the Middle Distance (Ways to Relax)
Alright, the spa. This is where "Escape to Paradise" really comes into its own.
- Spa/Sauna/Steamroom: The whole complex is beautiful. The steam room? Pure bliss.
- Massage: Excellent. Seriously, book a massage. Get the full body. You deserve it. I emerged feeling like a new man (or at least, a relaxed one).
- Body Scrub/Body Wrap: I didn't try these, but I heard whispers of great things.
- Fitness Center: Yes, it's there. I didn't use it. I was too busy eating.
Cleanliness and Safety: Sanitized, Sort Of… (Cleanliness and Safety)
This is a big one, especially post-pandemic.
- Anti-viral cleaning products? Check.
- Daily disinfection in common areas? Check.
- Hand sanitizer? Yep, everywhere.
- Staff trained in safety protocol? Seemed like it.
- Room sanitization opt-out available? Not that I saw directly.
- The Reality Check: They try. They really do. But you can still tell it's a hotel environment. The constant cleaning is, in some way, reassuring. And… I survived! I am here to tell the tale.
The Verdict: Should You Escape?
Alright, here's the bottom line. The Steigenberger Pure Lifestyle in Hurghada is a solid, luxury hotel. It's beautiful, the staff are mostly great, and the food is generally good. Those with mobility issues should confirm accessibility extensively. It's perfect for a relaxing getaway, especially if you want to focus on the pool/spa and, yes, escape.
The "Escape to Paradise" Offer (For YOU, You Lucky Duck!)
Book NOW and receive:
- 15% Discount: On any stay of 3 nights or more.
- Complimentary Spa Voucher: A free 30-minute massage to kick off your relaxation (a $50 value!).
- Free Upgrade (if available at Check-in): You might get a room with a better view!
- Flexible Cancellation Policy: Because life happens. Cancel up to 24 hours before arrival (check terms and conditions).
Why Should YOU Book?
You deserve a break. You deserve sunshine, good food, and to be pampered. The Steigenberger Pure Lifestyle offers that. It's not perfect, but it's a damn good starting point. So, what are you waiting for? Escape to Paradise – before I book the whole place myself!
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups! You're in for a wild ride. My "Steigenberger Pure Lifestyle" Hurghada itinerary? Oh honey, it’s less a meticulously planned trip and more… a choose-your-own-adventure novel written by a sleep-deprived travel blogger who’s definitely had one too many mango cocktails. Prepare for the beautiful mess that is ME in Hurghada.
PRE-TRIP PANIC & PROVISIONS
- Weeks Before: Okay, the build-up. This is where the dream starts, and the reality starts to slap you in the face. I’m talking endless scrolling on Instagram, drooling over crystal-clear turquoise water, making mental notes of all the ridiculously photogenic outfits I’d need (spoiler alert: I overpacked. Always). Booking the flights? Nightmare. My bank account cried. Did I get travel insurance? Probably not the best start, it's all about the vibe, right?
- Days Before: Last-minute frantic packing. Realizing you don't own a single swimsuit that fits (emergency Amazon order!). Googling "Egyptian culture" at 3 AM and panicking about offending anyone. Buying travel-sized everything, then realizing you actually need everything you own to handle a week.
- The Flight to Hurghada (and the ensuing chaos): Honestly, the journey is already a blur. I was convinced I had my passport; turns out, I'd left it in the fridge. The plane food? Let's just say that I'd rather starve. The most exciting part was the guy next to me, who snored with such gusto that I swear he was trying to set a world record.
DAY 1: ARRIVAL, ASSIMILATION, AND A WHOLE LOTTA SUN
- Arrival at Hurghada Airport: Okay, the airport. It's hot. Like, soul-melting hot. Getting through customs felt like a test of endurance. The official wanted a bribe for a faster passport check, I don't speak fluent Arabic so I just smiled and stared at my nails. It worked? Then the hotel transfer? Smooth sailing.
- The Steigenberger Unveiled: The hotel itself? Wow. Pure, unadulterated luxury. Sleek lines, infinity pools beckoning, and a lobby that smelled of exotic flowers and promises of good times. My room? Initially, a glorious sanctuary. Then I dropped the suitcase on my toe. Ouch. I should have brought something to help me with it.
- Afternoon: Poolside Bliss (and a near-disaster): First order of business: finding a sun lounger. This, my friends, is a competitive sport. I secured a prime spot and promptly spilled my first cocktail (a ridiculously expensive and delicious concoction involving mango and something bubbly). After this, I had the first of many near-misses, nearly drowning in the pool. Don't drink too much, kids. I, however, decided to do the opposite.
- Evening: Dinner and a Dance (and the guy with the speedos): The hotel restaurant. Stunning, but I'm immediately overwhelmed by the selection and end up face-planting a buffet (metaphorically, of course… though I may have gotten a little sauce on my cheek). The cocktails, on the other hand, are on point. The live band had some questionable vocal skills, but I was so relaxed it didn't matter. The best entertainment by far was the guy walking past in a speedo two sizes too small and looking genuinely offended that I was laughing. I couldn't stop. It was a defining moment.
DAY 2: SNORKELLING, SUNBURN, AND THE SEARCH FOR EXCELLENCE
- Morning: The Red Sea Beckons (and the seasickness bites): Snorkelling trip! I packed, feeling ridiculously excited. The sea was beautiful, but the water? Oh my god, if I had to swallow salty water now, I will die. I was trying to keep my balance, but then I got seasick. Honestly, I spent half the time trying not to hurl overboard. The fish were pretty, though.
- Lunch: Burn, Baby, Burn (and the regret sets in): Sunburn deluxe. I underestimated the Egyptian sun and ended up looking like a lobster. I ate my lunch in the shade, slathering on aloe vera, and cursing my past self for not reapplying sunscreen.
- Afternoon: The Spa Oasis (and a bit of reality check): I treated myself to a massage at the hotel spa because I deserve it. The massage was amazing. But then the attendant tried to sell me a year's supply of anti-aging cream… I was so relaxed, I almost succumbed. No!
- Evening: Another Buffet (and a quest for the perfect cocktail): Dinner was at the buffet again. Trying to be more adventurous, I tried something new, a chicken dish. It was alright. I then embarked on a quest for the perfect cocktail, which involved sampling every single one on the menu. I failed.
DAY 3: DESERT SAFARI, SAND, AND THE MOMENT I ALMOST DIED
- Morning: Snoozing in the sun Waking up late, nursing a minor headache. The sun is doing its business.
- Afternoon: Desert Safari: The jeep ride was a blast! The bumpy ride was actually surprisingly fun. The desert was stunning, the sunset was perfect.
- Afternoon: Desert Safari Crash: Disaster struck. The quad bike I was riding spun out of control. I was screaming. I was praying. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Somehow, I managed to avoid a full-blown crash. I was shaken, but I survived. I don't know if I'll ever forget the feeling of pure terror.
- Evening: The Aftermath (and a new appreciation for life): I needed a large glass of wine to recover (or perhaps a whole bottle). But after the desert safari, the world seemed different. I felt the intense appreciation for being alive.
DAY 4: A DAY OF REST (AND MORE COCKTAILS, OBVIOUSLY)
- Morning: Sleep-In: Sleeping. I spent the better part of the morning in bed, watching Netflix, and ordering room service.
- Afternoon: Pool Time: After getting some sleep, I spent the afternoon beside the pool, reading a book and soaking up the sun.
- Evening: The Hotel's Show: The night's entertainment was a show at the hotel. It was actually pretty decent, and I enjoyed a few drinks.
DAY 5: MORE OF THE SAME (BECAUSE LIFE IS GOOD HERE)
- Morning: More swimming, sunbathing, and reading. The hotel staff is beginning to know me – and, let's be honest, my drink order.
- Afternoon: I tried the gym. I lasted 15 minutes. Then I went back to the pool.
- Evening: Food, drinks, and (attempted) conversation with other guests. Let's just say I excel at the "drinks" part.
DAY 6: SHOPPING (AND BARGAINING BATTLES)
- Morning: Souk Adventures (and a lesson in haggling): I ventured into a local souk. This was an experience. Everything was a riot of colour and smells. The vendors. Oh, the vendors. They were persistent, bordering on aggressive. I haggled for a scarf. I thought I got a bargain.
DAY 7: FAREWELLS, FATE, AND FEAR
- Morning: A final breakfast overlooking the Red Sea. Chugging coffee. I try to make the last day a good one!
- Afternoon: The Last Swim: A final dive. Then some sunbathing again.
- Evening: Farewell Dinner: One last meal in the hotel. It was a perfect evening. Saying goodbye to Hurghada, and all the memories and adventures that I've had, was a little bit emotional.
- The Flight Home: More airplane food, more snoring neighbours, and the sinking feeling that I haven't actually unpacked since I arrived.
FINAL THOUGHTS (AND A BIT OF SELF-REFLECTION):
Hurghada? It's a whirlwind. It's sun, sand, and so many questionable decisions. It's beauty and chaos. I'm definitely going to need another vacation to actually relax from this one, but here's my big takeaway: Sometimes, the best trips are the messy ones. The ones where things don't go according to plan, and you stumble through and embrace the chaos. Because seriously, who wants a perfect holiday? Where's the fun in that? This trip? A total disaster. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. Now, time to plan the next one…
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So, what *is* this thing anyway? Like, the core thing?
Oh, you want the elevator pitch? Ugh. Fine. Okay, picture this: utter, beautiful chaos. A swirling vortex of… well, *stuff*. It's like trying to describe the feeling of being a teenager again, except… permanent. It's a lot. Really a lot. Some people call it a "process." Others call it a "journey." I call it… a never-ending series of what-the-hell-just-happened moments. But honestly? That's the *best* part. Seriously.
Can you *give me an example*? Like... concretely?
Okay, try this. Remember that time you spent *hours* trying to assemble that stupid IKEA bookshelf? The one where you thought you were just going to chill for one evening, pop open a beer, listen to some tunes, maybe watch a movie? And then, BAM! Screws fall out, the instructions look like ancient hieroglyphics, your perfectly planned evening dissolves into a sweaty, swear-word-laden battle against particleboard? Yeah. That feeling. Multiply it… infinitely. That's a small taste. It's the feeling of, "did I *really* just spend three hours doing *that*?" And yes, you did. Welcome to the club. We got coffee, too. It's not great coffee, but it's coffee.
What are the "rules" of this… thing? Are there any?
Rules? Ha! Honey, that’s hilarious. Of course not. Or rather, the only rule is that there AREN’T any. Except maybe… don’t get eaten by the metaphorical monster under the bed. Or maybe *especially* get eaten by it. Look, you’ll learn. It’s a constant state of “figure it out as you go.” It’s less about following rules and more about… improvising. Like a jazz solo performed by a chimpanzee wearing a tutu. (A very tired, confused chimpanzee, I should add.) The "rules" change. Frequently. And without warning. Get used to it. Or... don't. It's your call, really.
So, is it… *good*? Like, worth it?
Ugh. That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? If I'm honest? Sometimes, it sucks. Like, soul-crushingly, can't-get-out-of-bed-for-a-week sucks. Other times? It's breathtaking. Like, "did that actually just happen?" kind of breathtaking. That time I met the artist that painted the picture on my wall? Incredible. That time I ate the best damn pizza of my life? Magical. But you know what? The bad times? They build character. (I think. Still debatable.) The really, really bad times? They're what make the good times feel… well, good. So, yeah. Worth it? Probably? Ask me again tomorrow. I might have a different answer. My brain's still churning on the whole "worth it" deal from, say, two hours ago.
What is the hardest part about all this?
Honestly? The *uncertainty*. The constant feeling of, "Am I doing this right? Am I totally screwing everything up?" That nagging voice whispering in the back of your head, "You're not good enough." The one that's *always* comparing you to everyone else on Instagram. (Ugh, social media, kill me now.) It's the doubt, the fear of failure, and the crippling dread that you’re somehow missing the secret handbook to life that everyone else seems to possess. And the loneliness. Yeah, that can be a real kick in the teeth, too. I once spent a whole *week* feeling utterly alone, like I was the only person on the planet struggling with… well, *everything*. Turns out, the feeling of solitude is contagious. Now I just laugh at it, mostly.
How do you… survive?
Coffee. Chocolate. Music. Lots and lots of music. (And yes, wine. Lots of that too.) Finding your people. The ones who get you, even when you're being a complete and utter mess. Therapy, to be honest. Can't recommend it enough. And learning to laugh at yourself. Because if you can't laugh, you'll cry. And crying gets old. Oh, and never, *ever* underestimate the power of a good nap. Seriously, a good nap can solve *everything*. Except, maybe… global warming. Still working on that.
Is there a "purpose"? A big, grand point to all of this?
Okay, buckle up, because this is where things get… existential. Or pretentious. Or both. Look, the truth is… I don’t know. And the more I *don’t* know, the more I *do* know. It's a paradox, people! Do I believe in a grand, cosmic plan? Maybe. Do I think there's a secret purpose to life? Probably not. But that doesn't mean you can't *make* one. Maybe the purpose is to love fiercely. To make art. To eat a ridiculous amount of tacos. To learn and grow. To leave the world a little bit brighter than you found it. Or maybe the purpose is just to survive another Tuesday. Honestly, that's enough for me, sometimes. Who knows? It's a pick-your-own-adventure.
Okay, you mentioned tacos. Tell me more.
Alright, now we're talking. Tacos. Glorious, beautiful tacos. See, there was this one time… This is where it really gets off the rails. I was at a taco truck. Not just any taco truck, mind you. This was *the* taco truck. The one with the secret salsa recipe that made angels weep. It was a Tuesday, I was feeling absolutely wretched. Work sucked, my car was making a noise that sounded suspiciously like a dying whale, and I was pretty sure I was allergic to happiness. I shuffled up to the window, defeated. Then, *wham*. The smell. That glorious, smoky, spicy aroma. I ordered three carne asada tacos. As I bit into the first one… *mind blown*. Tender meat, perfectly charred, that salsa… oh, that salsa! Tears streamed down my face. Not fromStay Classy Hotels
Steigenberger Pure Lifestyle (Adults Only) Hurghada Egypt
Steigenberger Pure Lifestyle (Adults Only) Hurghada Egypt
