My husband and I just spent a week at the Arabia Azur Resort, and honestly? We survived, we tanned, and we gained at least two kilos in resort pastries. If you are looking for a place where the Red Sea is stunning, the fish are friendlier than some of the guests, and your husband can accidentally become the undisputed champion of the pool towel reservation olympics—this is your spot. Slight detour from the hotel review, but I honestly have to share this! {удалено модератором: несанкционированная реклама} The Good Stuff. The Location & Sea: Absolutely breathtaking. Every single room has a sea view, which is fantastic because you wake up, look out the window, and immediately realize you are on vacation. The hotel has its own protected lagoon and coral reef right off the shore. We spent hours snorkeling with fish that looked like they belonged in a Disney movie. The Food: Plentiful, varied, and dangerously accessible. My husband developed a severe addiction to the Egyptian pastry station, while I tried to maintain my dignity and eat salad. Spoiler: the pastries won. The main buffet can get a bit chaotic—think of it as a gentle, polite rugby scrum for the last grilled kofta—but nobody ever starved. The Vibe: It has a nice, lively resort feel without being overwhelmingly loud. Perfect for couples who want to alternate between relaxing on a lounger and pretending they are active by playing one game of beach volleyball. The Quirky & Humorous Reality. The Towel Warfare: Look, you haven't truly tested your marriage until you’ve sent your husband on a pre-dawn stealth mission at 6:30 AM to secure two sunbeds by the pool. He returned looking like a victorious hunter bringing home a mammoth, wrapped in two yellow towels. Respect. The Room & Architecture: The hotel has a distinct, charming 90s Mediterranean-Nubian vibe. Our room was spacious and clean, though the bathroom plumbing had a mind of its own. Every time I took a shower, it sounded like a tiny, enthusiastic whale was trying to escape the pipes. The Staff: Warm, hardworking, and perpetually amused by tourists trying to speak Arabic after two days of sunshine. Shoutout to the bartender at the beach bar who figured out my husband’s exact cocktail ratio by day two and started pouring it before we even reached the counter. Final Verdict. Arabia Azur is not a hyper-luxurious, ultra-modern Instagram paradise—and that’s precisely why we loved it. It’s authentic, incredibly welcoming, and offers unbeatable value for money. We came home with glowing skin, sandy flip-flops, and a renewed appreciation for each other’s patience during buffet hours. Would we go back? Absolutely. Just as soon as my husband recovers from his grueling towel-placement duties.