море подкачало the sea let us down

Was in Dessol at the end of November 2011. The road from the airport takes about four hours. It is located much south of Hurghada, so even at the end of autumn it was hot during the day and warm in the evenings. In parallel with me, an acquaintance was resting in Hurghada, according to whose stories it was very fresh during the day, and in the evenings I had to wear a jacket, as a result, among other souvenirs, she brought a cold from there. The hotel is big… on the first evening I managed to get lost. The rooms are standard, not new but in good condition, cleaned daily. The food is tolerable, I especially liked the goulash... The hotel staff is friendly, many speak Russian, and some even offer to buy something that is prohibited everywhere... except Holland. If there is a desire to go somewhere - opposite the reception, behind a glass wall, in the corner of the patio, there is a table at which a taxi driver sits - an Arab, he does not understand Russian, but he will take him to hell. I advise you to ride ATVs in the desert, their base is located across the road right behind the hotel, so you don’t have to get to them. Hotel guides, Ira and. . . I don’t remember the name of the second one - rude young ladies with whom it is difficult to communicate, it’s better not to ask questions, and not to deal with problems at all. Autumn is the season of winds... the wind is strong enough, wicker fences near the umbrellas on the beach save from it. There are a lot of sun loungers, there was always enough for everyone, but if you want to look at the sea and not be under the shade of residential buildings at 3 o’clock, it’s better to get up early, take a walk to the beach before breakfast and score yourself a sunbed you like. There are many palm trees on the beach, which is unusual for hotels in Egypt. The sea is a separate conversation. In itself, it did not surprise with anything - fish, corals, blue jellyfish... something else surprised me: in order to reach the place where the shallow ends and there is a tiny pier, you need to walk 400 steps knee-deep in water along the pebbles and stones strewn at the bottom. You can’t go barefoot, for that they sell special slippers right on the beach for 4 bucks. The secret is that if you walk not along a pebble path, but next to it, there are no problems with moving barefoot. The feeling that sellers of slippers poured pebbles... At the end of the sea journey there is a stubby pier, with an inconvenient entrance to the water, all its structures are overgrown with strong and glass-sharp shells, despite the fact that there were always waves, this makes the entrance and exit from the sea not safe (he cut himself several times). A fairly strong current, carries away to the right of the pier, if you swim poorly, it is better to sail from the pier to the left. There is a lifeguard on the pier only when no one is swimming, so the role of the lifeguard falls on the shoulders of those who are drowning or swimming nearby. For the “convenience” of getting out of the water, a rope floats into the sea, which turns into a trap, crumpled by the waves at the stairs. The depth at the pier is 10-15 meters, without a mask there is nothing to do there. For these reasons, many people prefer to gurgle waist-deep in water close to the shore at high tide. Biting mosquitoes appear as the sun goes down…take something from them. Animation throughout the day is standard, ends with a daily disco, once there was even foam on the beach. Children animators can put a monument on the beach for their sparkling, incendiary and tireless.