Unbelievable RedDoorz Deal in Cebu! Papa Tasie Paradise Awaits!
Unbelievable RedDoorz Deal in Cebu! Papa Tasie Paradise Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups. This ain't gonna be your typical, perfectly polished hotel review. We're diving deep into this place, and let's just say, I've got opinions. And a slight caffeine dependency. So, here goes… (deep breath)
The Hotel Formerly Known As… (Let's Just Call it "The Getaway") - A Mostly Honest Review
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Accessibility - The Good, the Bad, and the "Almost Got It"
Okay, folks, accessibility. This is hugely important. Like, should-be-a-right-not-a-privilege important. The Getaway mostly got it right. Wheelchair accessible – check! The main areas were navigable, thankfully. BUT…and it's a big but… there were a few head-scratchers. One restaurant, a gorgeous little spot with a view, had a step at the entrance. Seriously? A step? I mean, come on! That felt like a total oversight. It wasn't like they didn't try, but the execution? Well, let's just say it could be better.
Then there's the elevator situation. Sometimes it was speedy, other times… well, let's just say I contemplated just walking the stairs, even with all my luggage. The facilities for disabled guests were present, which is important. The rooms themselves were spacious and accommodated the need for mobility, but there was a delay from the staff when I needed it.
On-site accessible restaurants/lounges: This was a mixed bag. Some were great, wide pathways, and easy access. Others, like the aforementioned step-filled beauty, needed some serious rethinking.
Internet - The Digital Lifeline (or, the Reason We're All Still Standing)
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hallelujah! This is a must-have in this day and age. The Internet access was decent, but the Internet [LAN] option felt almost…ancient. Who even uses LAN anymore? I mean, maybe the hardcore gamers? I didn't test it though. I was too distracted by attempting to binge-watch my shows. Unfortunately, I could not always get it.
Wi-Fi in public areas: Generally good, but sometimes a tad overloaded, especially during peak hours. Which is, like, all hours, let's be real.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax - Spa-tacular (And Maybe a Little Overrated?)
Right, the spa. This is where things got interesting. Body scrub, body wrap, foot bath, massage… the whole shebang. The pool with a view was stunning. Seriously, jaw-dropping. Made me forget the whole "step" situation for a glorious hour, until I remembered about the staff. The sauna, steamroom, Spa/sauna, made me feel like I had been reborn.
The Fitness center was well-equipped, but the equipment got a little old, and I actually saw people in the sauna naked. The Gym/fitness was fine, nothing revolutionary.
The Swimming pool was lovely, and the Swimming pool [outdoor] was fantastic.
Cleanliness and Safety - Are We Safe? (Or Just Germophobes?)
This is where I started to feel a little schizophrenic. On the one hand, the emphasis on Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere, and Rooms sanitized between stays was reassuring. Especially after dealing with my flight. The Hygiene certification was definitely something I looked for. The Staff trained in safety protocol seemed to be in good standing.
Breakfast in room was good, but if you are at this point, you can just take the Breakfast takeaway service and head to the pool!
I could honestly say all of this made me feel slightly uneasy about the virus.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - My Waistline's Worst Enemy
Alright, let's talk food. Because, let's be honest, that's half the reason we travel, right?
The A la carte in restaurant was available, and very good. The Alternative meal arrangement was perfect and I could eat it everywhere.
Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in the restaurant, was great! The Bar was well-stocked and the bartender knew his stuff, even if he did seem a little over-caffeinated like me.
Bottle of water in my room? Always appreciated. Breakfast [buffet]? A glorious, carb-filled monster. Breakfast service? Efficient, except when it wasn't (more on that later). The Buffet in restaurant was great. Coffee/tea in restaurant – Essential. Coffee shop – Also essential. I'm sensing a theme here. Desserts in restaurant? Oh, the desserts… (insert drooling emoji). Happy hour? Yes, please! International cuisine in restaurant? Varied and generally delicious. Poolside bar? Amazing. (See: view, relaxation, and questionable choices). Restaurants? Plenty of options. Room service [24-hour]? Bless you, Getaway, bless you. Salad in restaurant? I tried to be healthy. Snack bar? Always handy. Soup in restaurant? Perfect for a chilly evening. Vegetarian restaurant? Available, and my vegetarian friends loved it. Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant? The classics done well.
My personal anecdote – I once ordered room service at 3 am after a particularly rough flight experience, and it was the perfect moment. The fried chicken was heavenly sent.
Services and Conveniences - The Little Things (That Matter)
Air conditioning in public area – Thank God for that! Audio-visual equipment for special events – Didn't use it, but good to know it's there. Business facilities – Standard fare. Cash withdrawal – Convenient. Concierge – Helpful, but sometimes a little…overwhelmed? Contactless check-in/out – Brilliant! Convenience store – Stocked with everything you forgot. (Like, literally, everything). Currency exchange – Useful. Daily housekeeping – Impeccable. (Except for the one day my room was missed – more on that later, too). Doorman – Always a nice touch. Dry cleaning – Essential for a messy traveler like me. Elevator – See "Accessibility" above. Essential condiments – Always a good start. Facilities for disabled guests – See "Accessibility" above. Food delivery – I used it to save me time, Gift/souvenir shop – Great selection. Indoor venue for special events, Outdoor venue for special events – Didn't attend any, but they looked nice. Invoice provided – Easy. Ironing service – Yay! Laundry service – Needed it! Luggage storage – Useful. Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery – Standard business stuff. On-site event hosting – Didn't experience it. Projector/LED display – Didn't need it but good to know. Safety deposit boxes – Good. Seminars – Nope. Shrine – Didn't see any, Smoking area – Present, and thankfully away from non-smokers. Terrace – Great for a drink. Wi-Fi for special events – Didn't need one. Xerox/fax in business center – Ancient!
For the Kids - Family-Friendly… Mostly
Babysitting service – Good to know if you need it. Family/child friendly – Yes, to a point. Kids facilities – Present. Kids meal – Good options.
Access and Security - Keeping You Safe (Hopefully)
CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Check-in/out [express], Check-in/out [private], Couple's room, Exterior corridor, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour] – Standard, reassuring stuff. Hotel chain, Non-smoking rooms – as it should be. Pets allowed unavailable — A shame. Proposal spot — Romantic! Room decorations – Nice. Safety/security feature – Present. Security [24-hour] – Good.
Escape to Alsace: Discover the Enchanting La Maison Bleue!
Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This isn't your perfectly curated, Instagram-worthy travel itinerary. This is real. This is Camotes Islands, Cebu, through my slightly-crazed, caffeine-fueled eyes. And yeah, it all starts at RedDoorz Plus @ Papa Tasie. Wish me luck.
Camotes Islands: A Hot Mess Itinerary (with a Sprinkle of Sunshine)
Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Regret (Kidding!)
- Morning (6:00 AM - 8:00 AM): The pre-dawn alarm. Ugh. Cebu Pacific. Pray to the travel gods for no delays. (Spoiler alert: There were delays. Because of course there were. I swear, they're always delayed.) Manila traffic, squeezing into the airport, questioning all life choices, etc. The usual pre-vacation pre-panic routine.
- Morning (8:00 AM - 10:00 AM): The flight. Finally. I'm crammed in the back, avoiding eye contact with the crying toddler, and clinging to a lukewarm coffee. Trying to find my zen. It's elusive. Landing! At Mactan-Cebu International Airport. Breathe. It's happening.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM - 12:00 NN): The Ferry to the mainland! Navigating the chaotic airport taxi swarm. Finding the right bus/ferry to take in the chaos of being at the port.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 3:00 PM): Ferry (finally!). Oh, the salty air, the wide Cebu sea! I am at ease. The ferry is packed, a cacophony of languages and the scent of instant noodles. I think I saw a chicken. (Probably not. It's still hazy).
- Afternoon (3:00 PM - 4:00PM): Arrival at Camotes Islands. Trying to find a trike (scooter-powered tricycle). Negotiating prices. Feeling like a total tourist. The driver looks at me like, "Yeah, you're lost." He was right… at least, for a minute.
- Late Afternoon (4:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Check-in at RedDoorz Plus @ Papa Tasie. The outside is clean, simple, perfect; the rooms, well, are what they tell you. Cleanliness and basic amenities are available; the air conditioning and hot water are what you expect. I plop onto the bed (probably with all my clothes on) with a profound sense of relief. This is it.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner at a local carenderia. The one just down the street (I’m too lazy to walk far). I order something I can’t identify, but it smells amazing from the kitchen. It's either fantastic or a total disaster. (It's actually amazing; I have to get the recipe for the sweet and sour soup.) The sun sets, painting the sky in incredible colors. Maybe, just maybe, this won't be so bad after all. A local smiles at me. I smile back. Maybe, just maybe, "this is the life".
- Evening (9:00 PM - Bedtime): Fall asleep immediately. Fully clothed. Unpacking? Nah. Tomorrow me will deal with that. This whole "vacation" thing is exhausting.
Day 2: Island Hopping & Spiritual Rebirth (Probably)
- Morning (8:00 AM - 9:00 AM): Wake up feeling surprisingly good! Coffee, provided by Papa Tasie thank you, Lord. Plan the day (vaguely). Island hopping! Sounds idyllic.
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 NN): Island hopping! First stop: SSS (Santiago White Beach). The sand's fine, the water's clear. The sun's intense. The vendors are very persistent. Trying to maintain my composure (and avoid sunburn). Snorkeling, but actually seeing the fish! (Instead of just murky water.) This is why you travel. This is why I do this.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 1:00 PM): Lunch is another local carenderia! More mystery food! Trying to remember the Tagalog for "delicious." Failing. Happily eating.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Lake Danao! Canoeing. It's so peaceful I could've sworn I was hallucinating (maybe the sun). The most perfect shade of blue. The only sounds: birds and my own ragged breaths. Then, a sudden thunderstorm. Panic level: Moderate. Find shelter. Laugh at the rain.
- Late Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Timubo Cave! Amazing rock formations. The chilly water is a blessing from the heat. Swimming and wondering who the hell named this cave…Timubo?
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner at a different carenderia. Trying to be adventurous. Ordering something with a lot of chili. Regretting it immediately. Burning mouth. Worth it. Sunset drinks at another beach bar… watching the colors. The stars appear. Feeling truly content.
- Evening (9:00 PM - Bedtime): I get back to the hotel, and go straight to bed. I have a feeling this vacation will bring more fun than I could ever imagine.
Day 3: Exploration and Farewell (Sobbing on the Inside)
- Morning (8:00 AM - 9:00 AM): Coffee. Journaling. Trying to capture the magic of the last two days. Failing miserably. Realizing I should have bought more souvenirs.
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 NN): Explore the town! Find a local market. Buy some weird fruit. Almost get run over by a motorbike (twice). Admire the resilience of the people, the color, and the feeling that I just belong. This place has won me over.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 1:00 PM): Lunch at a cafe with the best view. More delicious food. Sighing. This is the life!
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Quiet time. Maybe a massage? (Yes, definitely a massage.) Soaking in the last few hours of island bliss. Feeling the sadness of impending departure. What if I just stayed forever?
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Packing. The dreaded task. Stuffing things into my bag. Wondering why I brought so many clothes. Deciding I needed all of them after all.
- Evening (5:00 PM - 7:00 PM): One last sunset beer. Saying goodbye to the locals. Wishing I could stay longer. Watching the sky turn into fire. Feeling profoundly grateful.
- Evening (7:00 PM - 10:00 PM): Dinner. One last amazing meal. Then, the ferry back to reality. Tears streaming down my face (mostly).
- Night (10:00 PM - Bedtime): Arriving back at the hotel in Cebu. The lights of the city are intense, and everything is different to me. Get to my room. Thinking about the things I’ll remember about Camotes. Realizing that I will never forget it.
Day 4: Back to the Ordinary (With a Sparkle)
- Morning (6:00 AM - 8:00 AM): Flight back to Manila. The long flight. Feeling a bit empty.
- Morning (8:00 AM - 10:00 AM): Arriving at the airport. Trying to remember where I parked.
- Rest of the Day Getting back into life.
Overall:
This itinerary is fluid, subject to change (and it probably will!). My mood swings are guaranteed. I'm here for the adventure, the mess, and the unexpected. This is Camotes Islands. I hope this helps!
P.S. Don't forget the reef shoes. And the insect repellent. And try the kinilaw. You won't regret it. (Probably.)
Escape to Paradise: Green Tree Inn, Fuyang's Hidden Gem!
Alright, let's just say I'm trying to answer some questions. The big ones. The small ones. The ones that keep you up at 3 AM staring at the ceiling fan, wondering if that wobbling is a sign of impending doom or just… a slightly unbalanced fan blade. (Spoiler alert: it’s usually the latter.)
I guess you could call me a chronic questioner. I'm always tripping over my own feet, both literally *and* metaphorically, and that usually leads to the *best* questions. You know, the ones that require me to pick myself up, dust myself off, and re-evaluate everything. Sounds exhausting? It totally is. But hey, at least it's never boring.
And maybe... just maybe... if other people ask the same questions, we can feel less alone? Maybe? Or maybe I'm just projecting. WHO KNOWS!
Oh, starting the day. That’s a *process*. A very haphazard, often chaotic process. First, the alarm. Which, let's be honest, I immediately hit snooze on. Then, the internal debate: "Can I get away with another five minutes? Do I *need* to function? Or can I just... lie here and contemplate the meaninglessness of existence?" (The answer, *most* days, is "I need coffee.")
The coffee. That's my starting pistol. It's the fuel that powers the engine (which is currently sputtering and threatening to stall). Then there’s the frantic scan of my brain for the day's schedule. Did I remember the meeting? The grocery list? The doctor's appointment I’ve been putting off for… months? Okay, yeah, gotta make a note of *that* one. And I *still* forget to pack a lunch. Every. Single. Time.
And you know what? Some days, it's a monumental victory just to *get dressed*. Like, matching socks? That's a luxury. Just showing up at all? Gold star. I’m a work in progress, okay?
Oh, man. Pet peeves. Where do I even *begin*? I'm basically a walking, talking collection of them. But, I'll give you a couple of the biggest ones. First of all, the *slow walkers*. You know the ones. They're meandering along at approximately the speed of a geriatric sloth, completely oblivious to the fact that they're clogging up the entire sidewalk! It's a personal affront, I tell ya. I'm fairly certain I've muttered under my breath more than once, “ARE YOU EVEN TRYING?!”
Also? Slow internet. The bane of my existence. If a video doesn’t buffer instantly? My brain short-circuits. It’s a first-world problem, sure, but it's a *real* problem, damn it! I need my cat videos! I *need* them NOW!
And don't even get me started on the chewing with your mouth open thing. That's a one-way ticket to my internal scream-zone. It’s… *unpleasant*. Just… please, people, close your mouths! It's a *social contract!* Anyway. I think I need a snack. And a moment of silence.
Do I *ever* feel like I'm messing everything up? Oh, buddy, let me tell you a story. This summer, I decided I was going to bake a cake. A *fancy* cake. A layered, frosted, show-stopping masterpiece. I had the recipe, the ingredients (mostly), the inspiration... and absolutely *zero* baking experience.
The first mistake? Not reading the *entire* recipe. Because, who has time for that? So, I got halfway through, realized I was missing a crucial ingredient, and had to improvise. Improvisation, in cake baking, is rarely a good thing. The batter was… off. The oven decided to take a nap. The frosting looked like a melted snowman had a nervous breakdown. It was, in short, a complete disaster. A glorious, sugary, sticky, *disaster*.
The result? A cake that was lopsided, undercooked in the middle, and tasted vaguely of sadness. I ended up throwing the whole thing away (after taking a pity picture for posterity, naturally). But you know what? I learned a *valuable* lesson that day. And by "valuable lesson" I mean, "Maybe start with a box mix next time." Epic Fail? Absolutely. But, as they say... you win some, you lose some, and sometimes you just create a culinary abomination that you can laugh about later. Which, in my book, is a win!
Alright, relationships. Ah, the land of complicated feelings, awkward silences, and the occasional moment of pure, unadulterated joy. I don't profess to be a relationship guru by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, I've tripped and fallen flat on my face in that arena more times than I can count. But sometimes, in the wreckage, you find a small, glittering nugget of wisdom.
I once dated this guy. Let's call him "Brendan." Brendan was... well, he was nice. Too nice. Like, *overly* nice. Everything was "fine," "okay," or "yeah, sure." There was no spark, no fire, no anything. It was like dating a particularly beige wall. And I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to beige.
Anyway, one day I decided to be bold! And I told him, gently, that it wasn’t working. It was a messy breakup. It was awkward. It was *painful*. But it was also… necessary. Then I went and made a completeOsaka's Hidden Gem: Granbell Hotel's Unbeatable Luxury (5-Star Secret!)
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