Turkey's BEST All-Inclusive Resort? Club Prive Rixos Belek REVEALED!
Club Prive Rixos Belek: My All-Inclusive Wonderland (And a Few Minor Gripes!)
Okay, folks, buckle up, because I'm about to spill the beans on Club Prive Rixos Belek, a place that's been the whisper on every luxury traveler's lips (and, let's be honest, plastered all over Instagram). Is it truly Turkey's best all-inclusive? Well, after a week of serious research (you know, tough life!), I think I have an answer… and it's a resounding YES, with a few quirky caveats.
Accessibility & Welcoming Vibes (Mostly a Win!)
Right off the bat, accessibility is taken seriously. They've clearly put thought into this. Wheelchair access is readily available throughout the resort, which made me and my old back happy! Elevators galore, ramps smoothly integrated, and even accessible pathways to the beach. While I didn't need it personally, seeing the effort was incredibly reassuring.
Now, internet… sigh. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? Fantastic! The internet access [LAN] is available too. Wi-Fi's generally been pretty solid, too, but I did have one minor blip where my connection dropped during a critical video call. But honestly, for the vastness of the place, and the sheer number of people, it's forgivable I’m sure they’re improving. The Wi-Fi in public areas has been a great asset.
Safety First (And Second, and Third!)
This place takes hygiene seriously, like, serious seriously. The anti-viral cleaning products, combined with the professional-grade sanitizing services and daily disinfection in common areas, made me feel like I was living in a bubble of cleanliness. The individually-wrapped food options were cool, and even little things like the visible hand sanitizer dispensers everywhere put my mind at ease. The fact they have first aid kit and doctor/nurse on call is a true peace of mind.
Eat, Drink, and Be (Mostly) Merry!
Oh boy, the food. Where do I even begin? The dining options at Club Prive Rixos Belek are… overwhelming in the best possible way. From the main buffet restaurant (which, let’s be honest, is a masterpiece of culinary chaos!) to the a la carte restaurants, (the sushi, the steak, the Italian -- I could go on forever!), you're never going to starve. You can enjoy breakfast [buffet], with Asian breakfast, Western breakfast and all sorts of variations. They have Asian cuisine in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant and so much more to cater everyone's need. So many options that it's hard to make a choice!
I’m not going to lie, the first night I felt like a kid in a candy store, I spent a solid hour just wandering around deciding what to get. I had a bottle of water ready to drink, and if I wanted more, the room service [24-hour] was another great option.
And a special mention for the (mostly) amazing service:
The staff deserve a medal. They're warm, helpful, and somehow manage to stay cheerful even when I’m convinced they're being run ragged by demanding guests. I especially loved the poolside bar staff. They were quick with drinks, and always had a story or a joke to trade. They were extremely good at the contactless check-in/out, so you don't have to wait long to go to the resort.
Relaxation Central
This is where Club Prive really shines. It's a place to truly unwind.
My personal highlight? The spa. I had a massage that was so good, I nearly floated away. The steamroom was divine, the sauna the perfect complement, and the foot bath was an unexpected treat. And the pool with a view? Pure bliss! I spent hours just floating there, watching the clouds drift by, and feeling all the stress melt away. They also have a gym/fitness, the fitness center has well-equipped. And honestly, it's worth it.
For the Kids (and the Young at Heart)
While I went solo, I couldn't help but notice the kids' facilities. They're extensive! Babysitting service is available, and there are tons of kids facilities. It's a truly family/child-friendly resort.
The Odd Quirks (Because No Place is Perfect!)
Alright, time for some honest opinions:
- Room Service Hiccups: One morning, my breakfast order was slightly wrong. Easily fixed, but a minor blip in an otherwise stellar service experience.
- That Whole "Cashless Payment Service" Thing: While convenient, I do miss the tactility of cash sometimes. But this an extremely minor thing
The Verdict: Should You Go?
Absolutely, YES! Club Prive Rixos Belek isn't just good, it's impressive.
My Recommendation:
If you're looking for a luxurious, all-inclusive experience, a place where relaxation is paramount, and where you can truly disconnect from the world (while still having access to killer Wi-Fi!), then book your stay now.
My Messy-But-Honest Recommendation:
The food is exquisite, the staff is incredible, and the sheer scale of the resort is a bit overwhelming at first, but in the best way possible.
My Emotional Reaction:
Club Prive Rixos Belek made me feel good. It made me feel relaxed. It made me feel pampered. And honestly, after a year of stress, that was exactly what I needed.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This ain't your sanitized brochure itinerary. This is… my potential Club Prive by Rixos Belek adventure diary. (God, I hope it's an adventure, not just an all-inclusive coma).
Day 1: Arrival & The Great Suitcase Debacle
Morning (and by morning, I mean the bleary-eyed "What time zone am I in?" o'clock): Touchdown in Antalya. Okay, Turkey! Finally. Sun, sand, the promise of unlimited cocktails… yes, finally. Getting through baggage claim felt like navigating a minefield of aggressive luggage and questionable fashion choices. I swear, that guy in the sequined speedos was the reason for the delays. Just saying.
Late Morning/Early Afternoon: The transfer. A sleek, climate-controlled van. Nice. Until I realized I'd left my noise-canceling headphones in the other suitcase. Dammit. (This is a recurring theme, I'm sure.) The driver, bless his heart, was blasting some Turkish pop. I have no idea what they were singing about, but it hit a vibe. The scenery whipped by - olive groves, dusty villages, the turquoise promise of the Mediterranean teasing me.
- Anecdote: Found out I missed my turn at the airport. The driver just stopped and stared down at my suitcase for about 5 minutes before starting again with a smile.
Afternoon: Arrival at Club Prive. Seriously, this place is stunning. I mean, stunning. Pictures don't do it justice. Think… opulent, but like, tasteful opulent? (Which is a huge relief because I was picturing some gold-plated monstrosity.) The check-in was smooth, and… wait for it… my suitcase. The other suitcase. The one with my precious headphones. (I'm starting to suspect this is because I'm a god damn idiot.)
- Opinion: They actually gave me a free upgrade to a villa, which I'm extremely grateful but also a little guilty about. Like, "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Average Tourist, but I deserve an upgrade".
Late Afternoon/Evening: The Villa. OH. MY. GOD. Private pool, plunge pool, a hammock begging to be lounged in… I swear, I briefly questioned if I was dreaming. Spent a ridiculously long time just wandering around, touching things, and going "oooh" and "aaah." (I'm easily impressed, okay?) Then, the suitcase thing hit me.
Evening: Dinner at one of the a la carte restaurants. The food was… chef's kiss. The service? Impeccable. I ordered way too much, as usual. Felt like I was going to explode. But it was worth it. Finished the night with a cocktail (or three) at the beach bar, watching the sunset. Absolute bliss. Even without my headphones.
Day 2: "The Spa Moment" and Pool-Side Procrastination
Morning: Okay, I went for a run. I meant to. Did I do it? Not really. Ended up wandering the grounds, admiring the landscaping, and wondering if I could get away with smuggling a palm tree home. (Probably not.) Decided to hit the gym finally.
Mid-Morning: The Spa. Oh, the spa. I booked a full body massage, and I was utterly, totally in it. The masseuse, bless her hands, worked out knots I didn't even know I had. I emerged feeling like liquid sunshine. I'm not normally a spa person, but… wow.
- Quirky Observation: The scent of the spa was divine. Apparently, they use essential oils made from the tears of angels and the laughter of unicorns. Or something like that.
Afternoon: Poolside. My life has devolved into a cycle of jumping in and out of the pool. Finished the day with a cocktail (or three) at the beach bar, watching the sunset. Absolute bliss. Even without my headphones.
Evening: Dinner… well, let's just say I may have had a few too many cocktails before dinner. The food was great. The company was… me, mostly. But I'm okay with that.
Day 3: Boat Trip to a "Secret Cove" and the Questionable Swimsuit
- Morning: The Boat Trip! This was a splurge, but I was assured it was worth it. The boat itself was gorgeous - a sleek, wooden thing with plush cushions and a crew that oozed charm. The "secret cove" was, well, not so secret. There were other boats. But, again, the water… the water was breathtaking. Crystal clear, turquoise perfection. I jumped right in and almost drowned. (Exaggeration, but almost.)
- Mid-Morning: Snorkeling. I swear I swallowed half the Mediterranean Sea. The fish were pretty though.
- Afternoon: Sunbathing. And I may have burnt my back. (Note to self: reapply sunscreen… religiously.)
- Emotional Reaction: I did spend a brief moment in the water. It was amazing. The waves crashed against the rocks, and I could feel the sun on my skin. It was just beautiful.
- Evening: Dinner was… interesting. The menu was adventurous. I tried something I'd never heard of. It was… edible. The cocktails, however, were reliably delicious.
Day 4: The Turkish Bath (and the Naked Truth)
- Morning: Determined to be productive. Failed. Sat by the pool with the book I was supposed to be reading and ended up staring at the palm trees. The existential dread crept in. What is the meaning of a holiday? (Don't answer that.)
- Mid-Morning: Turkish Bath! Okay, this was an experience. First, the steam room. Steamy, hot, and I felt like a giant, sweating sausage. Then, the scrub! The scrub. My skin felt like I'd been sandblasted. I'm pretty sure they removed a layer or two. The foam massage was the best part. Felt like I was being enveloped in clouds of soap.
- Honest Moment: I might have been a little self-conscious about my body at first. But then I realized that everyone else was in the same state of semi-naked bliss. And the scrub was so invigorating, I forgot about everything.
- Afternoon: More pool time. More cocktails. No shame.
- Evening: Packing. (Because, sadly, this trip has an end.) A wave of melancholy washed over me. Part of me wanted to stay forever. Part of me wanted to go home and sleep for a week.
Day 5: Departure and the "Already Planning the Return" Phase
- Morning: Last breakfast. Squeezed in one last dip in the pool. Had a final, bittersweet cocktail at the beach bar.
- Late Morning: Forced myself to pack. Found my headphones in the bottom of my bag. (I rest my case.)
- Opinion: The staff was amazing. Everyone was genuinely friendly and helpful. The service? Phenomenal.
- Afternoon: The transfer to the airport. Said goodbye to the beautiful view and the sun.
- Evening: Flying home. Already plotting my return. This was not okay. The end.
Disclaimer: This itinerary may or may not accurately reflect a realistic portrayal of a Club Prive by Rixos Belek vacation. Results may vary. Side effects may include extreme relaxation, sun-induced euphoria, and a constant desire for more cocktails. You've been warned.
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Club Prive Rixos Belek: The Messy Truth (and Why I Might Need Therapy After)
Okay, spill. Is Club Prive Rixos Belek *really* all that? The ultimate luxury spot?
Alright, alright, deep breaths. Let me tell you, the marketing team for this place... geniuses. Total, absolute geniuses. They've got you picturing yourself floating on rosé, surrounded by perfectly tanned people, all effortlessly fabulous. And... (coughs) well, some of that is true. It's definitely luxurious. The villas? Oh. My. God. My *god*. We're talking private pools bigger than my apartment, butlers who anticipate your every questionable craving (more on that later). But... (leans in conspiratorially) perfection is a lie, my friends. A glorious, expensive lie.
What about the service? That's *got* to be flawless, right?
Flawless? I think that's setting the bar a little high. Look, most of the staff are *amazing*. Genuinely, wonderfully kind. But remember, we're dealing with humans, not robots. Picture this: It's 3 AM, I've accidentally ordered a pizza the size of a small car, and the butler, bless his heart, looks like he wants to strangle me with a napkin. Translation of his tired expression? "Lady, you've had enough." He still delivered the pizza, though. And it was delicious. One small blemish was a slight language barrier, but honestly, that added to the fun. Misunderstandings leading to *extra* cocktails? Yes, please!
The food! Tell me about the food! Is it, like, Michelin-star quality every single meal?
Alright, food. This is where things get... complicated. The main restaurants? Stunning views, decent food. But, and this is a HUGE but: the a la carte places? Some are incredible. Seriously. The seafood restaurant? I still dream of the grilled octopus. But occasionally, you'd get a dish that was... let's just say, "ambitious." Remember that time I ordered the truffle risotto? More like "mystery mushroom" risotto. I think the truffle was on a sabbatical. Still, plenty of options to keep anyone satisfied, if maybe not *completely* blown away at every single bite.
What kind of vibe are we talking about? Is it pure relaxation, or is there a bit of a party atmosphere?
Okay, this is where the "Prive" aspect really comes into play. It’s supposed to be "exclusive". The atmosphere is very... chill. Like, *seriously* chill. Think private beach cabanas, champagne on tap, and the faint scent of expensive sunscreen. There *are* a few (very discreet) parties, usually centered around a bar. It's not a non-stop Ibiza-style rager. Thank God. I need my beauty sleep! It's more about elegant relaxation. Although, there was this one night... (trails off, remembering a particularly memorable karaoke incident). But let's just say, what happens at Club Prive, stays at Club Prive.
The villas... the *private pools*... Tell me everything!
Right. The villas. This is where my bank account cries out, and my soul sings. Forget everything you think you know about hotels. Seriously. These aren't just rooms; they're mini-palaces. My villa? Had a private pool and I’m talking *massive*. I practically got lost once trying to find it. The interior? Insanely beautiful. Think marble, plush furniture, and a bathroom the size of my old apartment. The private butler? The true MVP. He basically runs your life, refilling your champagne glass before you even realize it's empty. But... (sighs dramatically) Remember when I said I ordered way too much pizza? Yep. The butler’s face was *priceless*. Still worth it.
What about the beach? Is it as amazing as the pictures?
The beach is *gorgeous*. Soft, white sand, turquoise water, and those ridiculously comfortable sunbeds. Okay, maybe the pictures are a *touch* enhanced, but still, it's seriously beautiful. Plenty of space, even when the resort is busy (which, let’s be honest, is a good thing). You can wander down, get your perfect spot, and order cocktails as if you've been a VIP there your whole life. They'll bring them right to you. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. The downside? The seagulls. Those feathered devils. Very friendly, but a bit too enthusiastic when it comes to your pastries.
Are there any downsides? Like, any *real* downsides?
Okay, let's get real. Yes. There are downsides. First, the price. (Puts hand on chest, feeling a dull ache). It's *expensive*. Like, throw-away-your-budget-for-the-year expensive. Second, the whole "exclusive" thing can feel a little... cliquey. You're surrounded by people who probably have a lot more liquid assets than you do. So, be ready. Third: The constant temptation to overindulge. All that delicious food and drink? It's a trap! I came home 10 pounds heavier. But, hey, you only live once, right? And finally, the post-holiday blues will hit you like a ton of bricks. Leaving is the hardest thing.
Would you go back? Be brutally honest!
(Looks off into the distance, eyes glazed over). Absolutely. Without a shadow of a doubt. Even with the price tag, the pizza-related butler trauma, and the impending therapy bills... yes. I'd go back. Maybe I'd actually try a detox on the first day next time. Maybe. It's the ultimate escape. It's a little slice of heaven with a side of reality checks. And, honestly, who doesn't need a little bit of that in their life? Just start saving now. And maybe learn a few basic Turkish phrases.
