The beach runs for over a kilometer, wide enough that even on packed weekends you can find a slice of sand if you're willing to walk past the first few hundred meters. The sand has a coarse, golden quality, peppered with shell fragments that crunch underfoot near the high-tide line. Behind you, the town rises in modest three- and four-story buildings, balconies strung with laundry and beach towels drying in the sun. The architecture is functional, not picturesque—this is a working resort, built for comfort and proximity, not Instagram.
“Tichy offers the eastern Gulf's most extensive family-resort infrastructure, combining long sandy shoreline with a fully developed but unpretentious summer-town atmosphere.”
Credit: UnsplashCrystal lagoon with rocky outcrop
You'll share the water with multi-generational groups: grandmothers in full modest swimwear floating on their backs, fathers teaching sons to swim, teenagers playing keep-away with a soccer ball. The bottom is sandy and even, sloping so gradually that you can walk fifty meters out and still be waist-deep. The water runs warmer than beaches open to the Mediterranean's cooler currents, and by afternoon it feels nearly tropical. Small waves break lazily, barely enough to lift a child off their feet.
The promenade behind the beach is lined with snack vendors and juice stands, the smell of fried dough and grilled merguez constant from late morning through evening. Ice cream shops do brisk business, and rental shops offer paddleboats and inflatable rafts by the hour. By dusk, the beach empties slowly, families migrating to the promenade for evening walks and the restaurants that serve grilled fish and couscous until late.
