Sol Palmeras Beach: Your Dream Sousse Family Escape Awaits!
Sol Palmeras Beach: Your Dream Sousse Family Escape Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! This is going to be a messy, honest, and hopefully hilarious review of the Sol Palmeras Beach Hotel. Forget the polished brochure, we're diving deep into the sandy underbelly of a "dream Sousse family escape"! (And yes, I’m already bracing myself for the “Sousse Belly” joke.)
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- Description: A brutally honest (and hopefully funny) review of the Sol Palmeras Beach Hotel in Sousse, Tunisia. We cover everything from the pristine beach to the potentially questionable cuisine, with a focus on family travel, accessibility, and whether this place actually lives up to the "dream escape" hype. Prepare for a wild ride!
(Okay, SEO done. Now, let's get real.)
Accessibility: (The Stairway to… Well, Hopefully Not Hell)
So, accessibility. It says it's there, right? Facilities for disabled guests. Elevator. But let’s be honest, sometimes "facilities" are just a polite suggestion. I didn’t personally need extreme accessibility here, but I was keeping an eye out for it. The elevators seemed… reliable-ish. The ramps seemed… present-ish. I saw a few folks using wheelchairs, so that's a promising sign, I guess. I do remember thinking that navigating the sprawling grounds with a wheelchair might be… a bit of a trek. Some areas felt a long way from the main areas. So, proceed with caution, folks. Call ahead and confirm your specific needs can be met. Don’t just take the brochure’s word for it. That’s my hot tip of the day.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: (Hoping for No Hurdles!)
I didn't personally investigate this area, but would expect some of the restaurants to to accessible. But I don't know for certain.
Wheelchair accessible: (Still not sure!)
See above.
Internet: (Cue the Frustration)
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hallelujah!… or not. Let's just say the internet was… temperamental. It was like a moody teenager. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. Sometimes it gave you a brief peek at the promised land of connectivity before promptly slamming the door in your face. "Internet access – wireless” is listed, and that's true, but “reliable internet access” should be added with an asterix and a disclaimer. Prepare to embrace the digital detox, or bring a pocket-sized prayer book for the Wi-Fi gods.
Internet [LAN]: (Remember those?)
"Internet access – LAN" – I saw no such thing. Unless it was hidden in a secret room behind the buffet. Which, frankly, wouldn’t surprise me.
Internet services:
Well, again, the service was a bit of a gamble. I could get an email, sometimes. I'm not sure I would have wanted to rely on their Internet Services.
Wi-Fi in public areas:
Yep, the Wi-Fi had the same issues.
Things to do: (More Than Just Sandcastles… Hopefully)
Okay, this is where Sol Palmeras actually shines. The beach is genuinely stunning. White sand, turquoise water… it's postcard-perfect. My kids spent hours building sandcastles, burying each other, and generally acting like the wonderfully sandy, salty chaos that kids are. The swimming pool (outdoor) was a major draw. And more of that later. There was a kids club (more on that later, too), a fitness centre (I didn’t attempt it), and watersports on offer. (My inner voice said, "Avoid the jet skis. You know you will get seasick.")
Ways to relax:
They offer a spa! Spa/sauna, massage, body scrub, the works. I didn't use any of those because, apparently, I had way more important things to do, like making sure my kid didn't eat sand, because, kids. I did wish I had done the sauna.
Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]:
(See above. Blame the kids, people!)
Cleanliness and safety: (The COVID-19 Edition)
I visited during… gestures vaguely at the world… the pandemic years. So, I paid extra attention to this. They tried. "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Daily disinfection in common areas," "Hand sanitizer" – all the buzzwords were there. I saw staff (Staff trained in safety protocol) wearing masks. They were doing the best they could. I appreciated the effort. Rooms were sanitized between stays, and they had “room sanitization opt-out available.” They offered “Sanitized kitchen and tableware items.” I felt like they were taking it seriously.
Breakfast in room, Breakfast takeaway service, Cashless payment service, Daily disinfection in common areas, Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit, Hand sanitizer, Hot water linen and laundry washing, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Shared stationery removed, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment:
(Yes, to pretty much all of these. It felt safe, at least in terms of hygiene.)
Dining, drinking, and snacking: (Buffet Battles and Culinary Adventures)
Alright, the food. This is where things get… interesting. Let's start with the buffet in restaurant. Oh, the buffet. A glorious expanse of culinary choices, from (sometimes) delicious international cuisine to (often) slightly suspect mystery meats. It's a lot. (The buffet is the main event.) I found myself wandering around, in a daze, wondering if I’d eaten enough to avoid starvation. My kids? They lived on French fries and… well, more French fries. It can be a bit hit-or-miss, quality wise. But, hey, it's all-inclusive, and there's always something to eat.
A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant:
Yup, all of those things are there. The poolside bar was a lifesaver. (Or, at least, a mojito-saver.) The happy hour was… well, happy. The restaurants had varying levels of success. The Asian restaurant was okay, but not mind-blowing. The desserts in restaurant were a true delight.
The Great Buffet Debate:
The breakfast [buffet] was the daily battleground. I mean, the choices! Waffles, omelets, pastries, cereal… the kids’ eyes would light up. I'm not sure they ever tried an actual Tunisian food. I did try some of the local goodies. The coffee/tea in restaurant was… strong. Very strong. The snack bar was a quick fix for the kids.
Services and conveniences: (The Good, the Bad, and the Bizarre)
The Sol Palmeras offers all the usual suspects. “Air conditioning in public area,” (essential!), “Cash withdrawal,” “Concierge,” “Currency exchange,” “Daily housekeeping,” “Elevator,” “Facilities for disabled guests,” “Gift/souvenir shop,” “Invoice provided,” “Laundry service,” “Luggage storage,” “Safety deposit boxes.” All good stuff. There's a “Convenience store” which is handy for those late-night cravings.
A Very Specific Irritation: The Towel Card Saga
However, I will say that the towel card situation was a bit… ridiculous. You get a card, you get a towel, you exchange back. It’s all very regimented. Lose the card, and you're penalized. I felt like I was back in high school, and the pool was a detention. But, hey, at least the towels were clean.
For the kids: (Let the Mayhem Begin!)
The kids facilities are pretty good. Babysitting service (didn’t use it). Family/child friendly, absolutely. Kids meal, yep. There was a Kids club, and it was my saving grace. My kids actually enjoyed it. They made friends, did activities, and I got a few precious hours of blissful, sand-free peace! I found our children to be much less attached to us in this new atmosphere.
**Access, CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property,
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into my absolutely unvarnished, possibly slightly unhinged, and definitely messy travel itinerary for a week at Sol Palmeras Beach - Family Hotel in Sousse, Tunisia. Forget those perfectly-polished travel blogs, this is the reality of my brain on vacation planning… and maybe a little bit of pre-vacation anxiety.
Sol Palmeras Beach - Tunisia: 7 Days of Chaos… I mean, Adventure
Day 1: Arrival and Immediate Panic. (aka "Where's My Sunscreen?!")
- 7:00 AM: Wake up. Or, rather, attempt to wake up. After a night spent tossing, turning, and triple-checking my passport (still not sure why I do this), I'm already running on fumes. Airport bound!
- 10:00 AM: Flight departs. Okay, so far, so good. Though the kid next to me is already kicking my seat, and I'm mentally preparing for seven hours of "Are we there yets?"
- 4:00 PM (Local Time): Arrive in Monastir! The heat hits me like a wall. Seriously, someone should put a fire extinguisher in the doorway. Airport chaos ensues. Finding the transfer… a Herculean task involving panicked hand gestures and a phrasebook that's more of a suggestion box than a guide.
- 5:00 PM: Arrive at Sol Palmeras. The lobby is beautiful, all marble and fancy chandeliers, which immediately makes me feel like I don't belong. Check-in is a blur of paperwork, and the kid is now officially yelling, "I'M HUNGRY!" Ah, family vacations.
- 6:00 PM: Get room. It's…adequate. The balcony faces… something. Not the sea. Definitely not. I think it's another building, and I see a broken chair. And where is my suitcase?!
- 6:30 PM: Unpack, fail to find sunscreen (WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE SUNSCREEN?!). Begin to melt. Mentally prepare for sunburn.
- 7:30 PM: Dinner at the hotel buffet. This is the beginning of my love-hate relationship with all-inclusive dining. It starts promisingly – a colorful array of food. An hour later, I’m sweating, overwhelmed, and the kid is eating only bread.
- 9:00 PM: Sleep. Praying I'll survive the night, and perhaps find the sunblock. The broken chair is now my enemy.
Day 2: Beach Bliss… or Is It? (aka "Sand, Sand Everywhere!")
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. The broken chair is still there, I'm pretty sure it is judging me. Start the day by finding the sunscreen. NOPE.
- 9:00 AM: Beach time! The sea looks stunning, all turquoise perfection. That's the good news. The bad news? The kid is already covered in sand, and I’m pretty sure I’ve swallowed half the Sahara.
- 10:00 AM: Attempt to read a book. Fail miserably due to the kids and all the noise
- 11:00 AM: Sunburn. My back feels like it's currently a hot dog on a barbecue.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Back. To. The. Buffet. I'm starting to think I'll be permanently stained by beige food.
- 1:00 PM: Naptime. The kid refuses to. I'm doomed
- 2:00 PM: Water park. At the hotel. The kid has been waiting all day for this. I try to look enthusiastic, but I'm mostly picturing myself floating tranquilly on an inflatable swan. (Not happening.)
- 3:00 PM: The water is freezing cold, the kid is loving it, and I am regretting every life choice that led me here.
- 4:00 PM: More sand. More sunscreen (still missing).
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at the themed restaurant (Italian! I'm hopeful!). The pasta is surprisingly decent, the kid is now obsessed with the bread and ignoring the pasta.
- 7:00 PM: Early evening entertainment. Dancing. Dancing that makes me want to stay in my room and hide in the broken chair.
- 9:00 PM: Sleep. Thank god.
Day 3: Sousse Souk Shopping Spree (and Bargaining Battles!)
- 9:00 AM: Decide I need a break from the immediate confines of the hotel (and the broken chair). Taxi to the Sousse medina (old town) and the souks (markets). This is my moment!
- 10:00 AM: The souk is a sensory overload. Colors! Smells! People! I feel vaguely disoriented, but in a good way?
- 10:30 AM: Begin bargaining for a "genuine" leather bag. It's a battle of wills with a shop owner who clearly knows all the tricks. After a long, and at times embarrassing, exchange, I finally get the bag… and suspect I still overpaid.
- 11:30 AM: Get lost in the labyrinthine alleyways. Love it. Then start to panic a bit. Where am I? Where is the kid?
- 12:30 PM: Find the local cafe.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch.
- 2:00 PM: Back to the hotel. I'm mentally and financially drained.
- 4:00 PM: Beach.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. Buffet. Sigh.
Day 4: Drowning in Relaxation (aka "Poolside Purgatory")
- 9:00 AM: Attempt to read my book. Fail.
- 9:30 AM: Realize I haven’t touched the book since day 2 and resolve to relax by the pool. This is the day for REAL relaxation!
- 10:00 AM: Find THE sun lounger. Yes! I've won!
- 10:10 AM: The kid is now covered in factor 50! And sand. And ice cream. Everything is melting, and I have no idea what to do with myself.
- 11:00 AM: I realize I don’t know what real relaxation is.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch.
- 1:00 PM: Take a nap.
- 5:00 PM: Realize I haven't moved from the lounger since lunch.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. Buffet.
- 7:30 PM: Another show.
- 9:00 PM: Sleep.
Day 5: The Great Sahara Adventure! (or, "Am I Really Doing This?")
- 6:00 AM: Wake up before the alarm - because that's just how it works! It's an early start for a day trip to the Sahara Desert. Honestly, the prospect of a long bus ride and sand everywhere filled me with a certain dread. But the kids were super excited, so…adventure!
- 7:00 AM: Pick-up in a tour bus. The journey is long and bumpy, with plenty of gas station stops. The drive is pretty, though - we get to see the Tunisian countryside.
- 12:00 PM: Arrive at the edge of the Sahara. We are now riding camels. I feel like a total tourist, and frankly, my bum hurts, but the view… it's breathtaking. The dunes stretch out, endless and golden under the scorching sun. It's genuinely majestic.
- 2:00 PM: Lunch in a desert oasis. The food is surprisingly good considering where we are! Afterwards we go to the
- 4:00 PM: Start the long drive back. The kid is asleep, and I watch the landscapes drift by in a contented haze.
- 7:00 PM: Home and Back to the hotel.
- 8:00 PM: Buffet dinner. The Sahara trip was worth it, though.
Day 6: More Beach, More Buffet, More Mild Panic
- 9:00 AM: Beach, again.
- 10:00 AM: More pool time.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner.
- 7:00 PM: Dance performances
- 9:00 PM: SLEEP! The only thing keeping me together at this point.
Day 7: Departure and the Broken Chair (and a Tiny Spark of Happiness)
- 9:00 AM: Pack. With all my luggage. I am starting to feel the trip is over.
- 10:00 AM: One last look at the ocean.
- 11:00 AM: Check out.
- **12:0
Frequently Asked Questions (and My Real, Unfiltered Thoughts) About Sol Palmeras Beach – Sousse, Your Supposed "Dream Escape"
Is Sol Palmeras actually *on* the beach? Because, you know, location, location, location!
Okay, listen, the marketing says "beachfront," and technically, yeah. It's *right there*. You stumble out of the lobby, and BOOM, sand. But… and this is a BIG but… it's not *that* expansive a beachfront. Like, don't expect miles of pristine, untouched sand. What you get is… cozy. Which is code for, expect to be elbow-to-elbow with sunbathers, especially if you’re going during peak season. I spent a solid half an hour one day just *strategically* placing towels to secure space for my horde… I mean, family. It was a battlefield!
What's the deal with the All-Inclusive food? Will I actually survive (and not spend every waking hour in the bathroom)?
Ah, the $64,000 question. The food… is… well, let's call it "adventurous." Look, all-inclusive is a crapshoot, right? You're trading quality for quantity. And Sol Palmeras? Let's just say quantity is their strong suit. I saw a buffet table that could feed a small army. Twice.
There *are* good things. The pasta station was a lifesaver. And some of the grilled fish was surprisingly decent. But then? Then there’s the mystery meat. I swear, one day I thought I was eating… well, I'm not entirely sure what it was. But my stomach decided it wasn't a fan. Let's just say I made a *very* close acquaintance with the hotel bathroom for a few hours. Bring your own Pepto. Seriously. And maybe some Immodium. Just in case.
Are there kids' clubs/activities to keep the little ankle-biters entertained while I attempt to achieve some semblance of relaxation?
Yes! Thank sweet, merciful heavens, yes. There *is* a kids' club. My kids, bless their noisy little hearts, actually enjoyed it. They came back covered in paint, glitter, and who knows what else (probably the aforementioned mystery meat-related bodily fluids of a small child from the buffet). They made "friends" – which, in kid speak, means they shared a plastic bucket for five minutes.
The entertainment for the kids *seemed* decent. They run some kids' themed nights, too. But here’s the thing… the staff… bless their hearts, again… they try. They really do. But sometimes? The language barrier is… well, let's just say trying to explain the concept of a "face-painting unicorn" in broken French/Arabic/English is an experience. But, hey, the kids had fun, and I got, like, two whole hours poolside with a book. Two glorious hours. Worth the price of admission. Almost.
What's the beach like *really*? (Because brochure photos are always a lie).
Okay, the beach. Let's be real. It's not the Maldives. It's not Bora Bora. The sand is… well, it's sand. It’s fine. It's softish. It's…there. But here's the deal: There aren’t the crystal-clear waters you imagine. There's seaweed sometimes. There are jet skis zipping past. There’s the ever-present potential for a rogue beach umbrella to take your eye out.
My kids, of course, loved it. Building sandcastles. Splashing in the waves. Me? I'd spend most of my time watching out for rogue jet skis, and trying to prevent seagull poop-related incidents – because, let's be real, seagulls are evil little poo machines and they're *everywhere* (and they make a beeline for your fries, just as you're about to eat them). Still, it's a beach. You're there. You're probably sipping a questionable cocktail of some sort. It's all part of the experience, right?
Is the hotel clean? I'm a bit of a germaphobe…
Cleanliness… it's a spectrum, isn't it? The rooms were… acceptable. The sheets were clean, the towels were… well, they *looked* clean. The common areas were generally tidy. The pool, however… oh, the pool. It was cleaned, I’m sure, but the sheer volume of people, the constant splashing, the rogue inflatables… it was… well, let’s just say I didn’t spend *too* much time in there.
My advice? Pack some hand sanitizer. Use it. Frequently. Especially after touching the buffet spoons.
How is the service? (Are they nice?)
The staff… okay, let's talk about the staff. They try. They *really* try. They work LONG hours, and deal with a constant flow of demanding tourists (myself included, probably). They're generally polite. They smile. But sometimes? The language barrier makes communication… challenging. And sometimes? The "customer service smile" feels a little forced.
But you know what? They're human. They're doing their best. And they're probably underpaid. So, be patient. Be polite. Tip generously. And maybe learn a few basic French phrases. It makes a difference.
Are there any shops/things to do nearby?
Yes, there are things to do. Sousse itself is nearby. You can go to the Medina (the old town). Be prepared to haggle. Like, REALLY haggle. The shopkeepers will try to rip you off (I got burned. Big time. Over a rug. I am now the proud owner of a rug I slightly regret). There are camel rides on the beach (which seem incredibly cruel, but my daughter *begged*). There are excursions to other places. It's all there.
Frankly? After a few days of all-inclusive, and the relentless sun… I just wanted to sit by the pool, drink a (questionable) cocktail, and watch the world go by. The sheer exhaustion of… *existing* as a parent in a new locale... I was beat. My advice? Take it easy. Don’t feel pressured to do EVERYTHING. Embrace the downtime. And maybe, just maybe, leave the rug shopping to someone else.
Is it *really* a good choice for a family?
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