That’s how I ended up at the Four Seasons Sharm El Sheikh — and let me tell you, it’s the kind of place that doesn’t just meet your expectations; it kidnaps them, takes them to a private beach, and plies them with cocktails until they’re blissfully unrecognisable.
It’s the kind of place where you forget the word “deadline” exists and replace it with “sunset.” You’re not checking emails here; you’re checking which cocktail pairs best with a Red Sea view.
The private beach offers uninterrupted Red Sea views that could rival any postcard.
Domes and arches frame cinematic views of the Red Sea, so striking you half expect a drone to sweep in for an establishing shot.
From the moment I stepped off a mercifully short airport transfer, I was swept into a world of terracotta rooftops, jasmine-scented air, and views so cinematic they could double as a Bond villain’s lair.
