Escape to Paradise: De Salak Homestay's Bogor Bliss Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: De Salak Homestay's Bogor Bliss Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into reviewing a hotel with a laundry list of features fit to make your head spin. And you know what? That’s exactly how I feel right now. Let’s get messy, shall we? Prepare for some rambling… I might get distracted by a squirrel.
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(Now, let's get to the messy, honest, funny part…)
Right, so this hotel… Where do I even begin? It's like they threw everything AND the kitchen sink at it. Let's start with… accessibility. Ugh. I am not a wheelchair user, but I have a friend who is, and I’m always, always looking out. This place claims to be accessible, and, well, the website says everything is rosy, but I’d love to hear from someone who needs those accommodations. (Note to self: find a wheelchair-using friend and bring them here later. Hehehe.) Seems like they’ve got the basics covered - elevators, some ramps, etc. But I'm always suspicious. I'll give them a thumbs up, but with a squint.
On-site accessible restaurants/lounges: Couldn’t tell you, didn't check. Sorry, folks. My friend is in a wheelchair, so I'll have to ask him later.
Wheelchair accessible: See above.
Internet. Oh, Internet. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! That's already good. (You pay a fortune for hotels that still nickel-and-dime you for internet this is 2024 you guys!)
Internet [LAN]: Someone is still using LAN. Bless their heart.
Internet services: Probably the Wi-Fi. Maybe a fax machine in the business center?
Wi-Fi in public areas: Check. You’d hope so.
Things to do, Ways to Relax: Okay, buckle up, because this is where it gets good. Body scrub? Body wrap? Yes, please! I even saw Foot bath, and I'm immediately picturing myself soaking those tired dogs in some lavender-infused bliss. The Fitness Center is, thankfully, there. Because I'm a sucker for them. I'm picturing some slick, overly-enthusiastic gym rats sweating away. Gym/fitness - check. Massage: I am there. Pool with a view: YES, PLEASE! Sauna, Spa, Spa/Sauna, Steamroom: Hot damn, this place is practically begging me to relax. Swimming pool and Swimming pool [outdoor]: You know, because sometimes you have to choose!
Cleanliness and Safety: Important in these times. Anti-viral cleaning products? Good start. Breakfast in room? Score! I'm a lazy slob who loves to eat in bed. Breakfast takeaway service? Even better for those on the go. Cashless payment? Finally! Daily disinfection in common areas, oh, good, this place is really doing their best. But the thing that got me was "Doctor/nurse on call." That’s the kind of reassurance a hypochondriac like me needs. First aid kit is a must. Hand sanitizer everywhere, I hope!
Hot water linen and laundry washing? Good. I want my sheets clean! Hygiene certification: Okay, good. Individually-wrapped food options: Probably a good idea, though I’d prefer not to live in a world of plastic. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Fair enough, I’ll try. Professional-grade sanitizing services: I'm liking this. Room sanitization opt-out available: Hmm, I don't love that. Rooms sanitized between stays: Phew. Safe dining setup: Yes, please. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Obviously. Shared stationery removed: I honestly miss pens. Staff trained in safety protocol: Essential. Sterilizing equipment: Let's pray they used them.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Deep breath. A la carte restaurant? Check. Alternate meal arrangement? Gotta have it. Asian breakfast? Oooooh, intrigued. Asian cuisine in the restaurant? Now we're talking. Bar? Obvs. Bottle of water? Yep. Breakfast [buffet]? Oh, the decisions! Breakfast service? Sure. Buffet in restaurant? Coffee/tea in restaurant? Coffee shop? Yes! Desserts in restaurant: YESSSSSSS! Happy hour? International cuisine in restaurant: Got to have it. Poolside bar? Yes, please! Restaurants? A variety, I imagine. Room service [24-hour]? Yes! Salad in restaurant? Always. Snack bar? Yep. Soup in restaurant? Great. Vegetarian restaurant? Cool. Western breakfast? Yes. Western cuisine in restaurant? Sure. Okay, this is getting exhausting, but… I'm also getting hungry.
Services and Conveniences: Air conditioning in the public area, audio-visual equipment for special events, business facilities, cash withdrawal, concierge, contactless check-in/out. Convenience store? SOLD. Currency exchange? Nice. Daily housekeeping? YES! I need someone to make my bed, people! Doorman? Always. Dry cleaning? Elevator? Essential condiments? HAH. I love that. Facilities for disabled guests? Yes! Food delivery? Gift/souvenir shop? Yes! Indoor venue for special events? Important. Invoice provided? Ironing service? Nice. Laundry service? I need it. Luggage storage? Great. Meeting/banquet facilities? Need it. Meetings? Maybe. Meeting stationery? Of course. On-site event hosting? Oh, yes. Outdoor venue for special events? Perfect.
Projector/LED display? For boring meetings, obviously. Safety deposit boxes? Always a good idea. Seminars? Ugh. Shrine? Uh… Okay. Smoking area? They're thinking of everyone. Terrace? Nice. Wi-Fi for special events? Good. Xerox/fax in the business center? Okay, maybe not.
For the Kids: (I don’t have any, but I played with Barbies once. That counts, right?) Babysitting service? Good. Family/child friendly? Excellent. Kids facilities? Nice. Kids Meal? Okay.
Access: CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, check-in/out express, check-in/out private.
Rooms: The Nitty-Gritty
Okay, now we're getting into the meat and potatoes… or, you know, the slippers and bathrobes. Available in all rooms: Additional toilet, air conditioning, alarm clock, bathrobes, bathroom phone (do people still use these?), bathtub, blackout curtains (thank GOD!), carpeting, closet, coffee/tea maker, complimentary tea. Oh, YES! Daily housekeeping (yes, again!), desk, extra long bed (very important for us tall people!), free bottled water, hair dryer, high floor, in-room safe box (essential!), interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN (again?!), Internet access – wireless, ironing facilities, laptop workspace, lines, mini bar, mirror, non-smoking, on-demand movies, private bathroom, reading lamp, refrigerator, safety/security feature, satellite/cable channels (crucial for binge-watching!), scale (ugh), seating area, separate shower/bathtub, shower, slippers, smoke detector, socket near the bed, sofa, soundproofing, telephone, toiletries, towels, umbrella, visual alarm, wake-up service (bless you, hotel staff!), Wi-Fi [free], and a window that opens.
My Takeaway?
This place… it's a lot. It's like they had a meeting and just said, "Let's throw everything in!" Which, honestly, is kind of amazing. I can't vouch for everything--I didn't experience everything. But from what I saw and read, this place wants to impress. It might be a bit overwhelming and trying to be everything to everyone, which, on the surface, seems a little frantic. I'll withhold any final opinion and will have to go back for a proper test, but I must say
Escape to Paradise: Omah Kayu's Yogyakarta Charm Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your meticulously planned, sterile-as-a-hospital travel itinerary. This is my messy, glorious, probably-slightly-chaotic adventure in De Salak Homestay, Bogor, Indonesia. Consider this less a schedule and more a "Dear God, let's see what happens" kind of roadmap.
Title: Bogor, Buds, and the Buggy-Whip of Unforeseen Adventures (A De Salak Homestay Debrief)
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Noodle Incident (AKA, the Real Beginning)
- 14:00 (ish) - Arrive at Jakarta Airport, Feeling Like a Stuffed Animal: Okay, so the flight was… long. My back feels like it’s been used as a jungle gym for contortionists. The customs line was a soul-crushing exercise in patience, but hey, I'm (relatively) intact. Finding a taxi felt like negotiating a hostage situation, but eventually haggled a price that sounded like it maybe wouldn’t bankrupt me (fingers crossed).
- 16:00 (ish) - Taxi to Bogor, Praying to the Traffic Gods: The drive. Oh, the drive. Indonesian traffic is a mythical beast – a swirling, honking, two-wheeled dance of death and sheer, unadulterated chaos. I swear, I saw a family of five on a scooter. FIVE! I closed my eyes a few times, muttered prayers to the gods of safe travels, and eventually… survived.
- 18:00 (finally!) - Check into De Salak Homestay, Eyes Popping: The place is charming! Lush greenery everywhere, the air smells like… well, like Indonesia (in the best way possible). It's a little slice of paradise, and I'm already falling in love. But my stomach is rumbling loud enough to wake the neighbors. Dinner is required, desperately.
- 19:00 - "The Noodle Incident" and the Downfall of my Stomach: The first dinner. Oh, the first dinner. Determined to be adventurous, I ordered something that vaguely resembled "Spicy Noodles." What arrived was an inferno on a plate. My mouth felt like it was on fire. My eyes were watering. I was pretty sure I saw the chef smirking. I gave it a valiant attempt, but ultimately bowed down to the spice gods. Victory: The noodles. Victory: My stomach. This is not good.
Day 2: Tea Gardens, Trekking, and Terrible Karaoke (Mostly Terrible)
- 07:00 - Wake Up! (Or, How I Learned to Love Roosters): I was woken up by the rooster. My sleep was not my preference. I love the view of mountains from my room, but not the crowing rooster. Oh well.
- 08:00 - Breakfast and a Sense of Foreboding: The breakfast was a welcome relief from the previous night's firestorm. Coffee was a good start. Now I have an idea on the day's plan. A tea garden is in my mind.
- 09:00 - Journey to the Tea Gardens of Bogor: I will visit Bogor Highland Resort and make a reservation. I'll take some pictures, and post my feelings over there.
- 12:00 - Back to the Homestay, The trek is a fail. My legs and feet hurt. I eat again.
- 19:00 - Karaoke Night of Horrors: The homestay has karaoke. I have not been. I will never go. I have heard of the story and it is horrifying.
Day 3: Botanical Bliss and a Desperate Plea for Sleep
- 08:00 - Botanical Gardens: Green Dreams: The Botanical Gardens in Bogor! Seriously, this place is incredible. Ancient trees, exotic flowers, and enough Instagram fodder to keep me busy for a year. Wandering around, I felt like an explorer, discovering hidden pathways and secret groves. It was pure, unadulterated serenity. So peaceful, so beautiful.
- 12:00 - More food, and some thoughts: I am hungry again. I will have noodles again. I will take a shot.
- 18:00 - Bedtime, please!!! My dreams will be sweet.
Day 4: Farewell Bogor (and the lingering echo of spicy noodles)
- 09:00 - Breakfast and the lingering thought of leaving: Food, last chance. It is a sad moment that I am leaving.
- 10:00 - Packing, and a review: I am not sure a review would be enough. I will give a great review.
- 11:00 - Departure, and a deep breath. Goodbye, Bogor! Goodbye, De Salak Homestay! Goodbye, spicy noodles (at least for now!). I am leaving with a soul full of joy and a stomach that is still slowly recovering, but I have more memories than luggage. The chaos, the beauty, the food (both good and apocalyptic)… it's all part of the adventure. Until next time, Indonesia. You beautiful, chaotic, and occasionally fiery place.
Alright, alright, alright… so what *exactly* are we talking about? Like, what even *is* this whole… *thing*?
Oh boy. Where do I even *begin*? Let's just say… life. The bewildering, beautiful, frustrating, hilarious, and sometimes utterly *soul-crushing* experience of just… *being*. We're talking about the whole shebang. The good, the bad, the ugly (and let's be honest, there's a *lot* of ugly), the things that make you laugh until your sides ache, and the things that make you want to hide under the covers and eat a whole tub of ice cream. It's EVERYTHING, understand? Everything. And I'm probably going to go off on some tangents. Sorry not sorry.
So, what's the *point*? Why are we even doing this? What's the *angle*?
Angle? Point? Look, I'm just riffing here, okay? There *is* no grand scheme. It's more like… I have a lot of thoughts bouncing around up here (points at head), and sometimes they need to escape. Sometimes they need a voice. Sometimes they need to be yelled into the void. There's no agenda, no master plan. Maybe, just maybe, someone out there will read this and go, "Hey, I feel that too!" And maybe, just maybe, that'll make us both feel a little less alone in this crazy, mixed-up world. And who knows, maybe it'll make me laugh. That's a good enough reason for me.
Okay, okay. But what about...work? What's *your* take on the whole career thing?
Ugh, *work*. The bane of my existence, sometimes. Look, I've had jobs. Loads of them. From slinging coffee (which I'm actually pretty good at, by the way, perfect foam consistency every time... except that one time I accidentally put salt instead of sugar in someone's latte. Mortifying!) to… well, let's just say some that were a little less glamorous and involved a lot more late nights and questionable decisions made under the glow of fluorescent lights.
The honest truth? I'm still figuring it out. I'm in this constant state of "is this it?" "Is this where I'm meant to be?" "Did I pick the right career path, or did I just stumble into this one out of desperation?" It's a never-ending internal debate. But I've learned a few things: faking passion is exhausting, be honest with yourself, and always, always, *always* have a good escape plan (and by "escape plan," I mean a fully-stocked snack drawer and a comfy couch).
Oh! And *office politics*. Don't even get me started. Think of it this way: Imagine a middle school playground, but the kids are adults, the drama is more insidious, and the stakes are... surprisingly high. It's a minefield, I tell you! A minefield.
And what about that whole "Relationships" thing? Do you have *opinions*?
Honey, do I have opinions? I'm practically a walking, talking relationship *hot take* factory! Boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, family… Let's just say I've seen it all, done *some* of it, and probably made a complete fool of myself more times than I care to admit.
Romantic relationships? They're a rollercoaster. Pure, unadulterated, gut-wrenchingly amazing, heart-stoppingly terrifying, and occasionally soul-crushingly devastating rollercoaster. One minute you're on cloud nine, convinced you've found your soulmate, the next minute you're wondering how you ended up sharing a bed with a person who leaves their socks on the floor and thinks "being right" is more important than your feelings. That's... that's the *honest* truth.
Friendships? Those are the MVPs. The family you choose. The people who know all your flaws, all your weird quirks, and still love you anyway. Hold onto those ones. They're precious. There was a long time I felt like I *didn't* fit, you know? Like I was an alien dropped onto Earth, and I *never* understood the Earthling customs. Finding true friends was… well, it was life-changing. It made me feel like I finally belonged. It validated my whole chaotic existence.
Okay, so, what's your *worst* relationship disaster? Give me the juicy stuff.
Alright, alright, you twisted little voyeurs, you want juicy? You got it. Let me tell you about "Chad." (And yes, the "Chad" felt entirely appropriate). Picture this: Tall, athletic (you know, the type), a "good" job, "great" hair… the whole package, or so I thought. We met at a… well, it doesn't matter *where* we met. A very important thing to note, though, is that I had a terrible feeling *before* the first date, but I ignored it because, *of course*, societal pressure.
The first few weeks were a blur of happy talk and "how nice" everything was. I was practically floating. Then, the cracks started to appear. He'd subtly make fun of my taste in music. He'd "forget" plans with me to hang out with his friends. The compliments dried up, and the criticisms got… bolder. He *hated* my friends, for some reason, which he very dramatically told me when I started to ask for help with something. The whole thing imploded on itself. Slowly, steadily, and painfully. He started spending entire days out of the house, and when he was home, he ignored me completely. We fought. We cried. We tried. Nothing worked. It was a soul-sucking experience. It’s like I’d become some horrible, invisible person.
The end? He ghosted me. Yep. One minute we were "together," the next he was gone. Vanished. No explanation. Just… poof. And worst of all? I blamed myself. Took it *all* personally. Spent weeks wondering what I did wrong. It took a *long* time to realize it wasn't me. He wasn't a good guy. He was *bad* news. And I was *way* better off. Lesson learned: Trust your gut. And maybe avoid anyone named Chad in the future.
Okay, okay, all of that is a lot. So... what's the *good* stuff? What makes you happy?
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