Haven Plaza Riyadh: The Saudi Arabian Gem You NEED to See!
Haven Plaza Riyadh: The Saudi Arabian Gem You NEED to See!
Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because getting this review right is a lot of work. Here goes… let's dive into some hotel review, a real deep dive.
Hotel Review: A Whirlwind of… Well, Everything! (And the Bathroom Phone? Seriously?)
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Now, the Messy, Human Part…
Okay, so the Grand Majestic Resort… where do I even begin? Let's start with the basics, shall we?
Accessibility: Bless Their Hearts
Alright, I'm not personally a wheelchair user, but I have to hand it to the Grand Majestic, they tried. Wheelchair accessible entrances? Check. Elevator? Yep. Now, the reality of it… well, that varied. Some ramps were a bit steeper than my calves appreciated (and I'm not even in a chair!), and I did spot one hallway that felt like it was designed by someone who'd never actually seen a wheelchair. But hey, points for effort, I guess? This whole section earns a half-hearted thumbs up.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: I did not see any specific designated accessible restaurant, though I did notice that throughout my stay I was able to enter with my wheelchair without any problems.
Internet? Wi-Fi? Free? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, huzzah! And… it actually worked. Mostly. Okay, it cut out a couple of times when I was trying to upload a video that was just too much for how good the reception was. Internet [LAN]? Had it. Never touched it, but it was there. Internet services? I suppose. Basically, good. The Wi-Fi in public areas was… well, it's Wi-Fi. Sometimes fast, often spotty. You know the drill. I award the Internet a solid "meh." It's a hotel, after all. You'd think decent internet would be a given in this day and age.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax… Or Not.
Okay, the Fitness center: I tried. I really did. I swung by the Gym/fitness center. It looked fine, except for the fact that the air conditioning was stuck on "Arctic Blast." I lasted about five minutes before I had to retreat and thaw my frozen toes. Don't get me started on the Sauna. I peeked in. Looked hot. Moving on.
Pool with view? Yes, absolutely. Stunning. The pool itself was gorgeous, and the view was… well, it made the trip. I spent a good chunk of my time poolside, which was glorious. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was the highlight.
The Spa/sauna was something I tried to get into. The Steamroom was… okay. Just not my preference. I did actually like the Foot Bath so I'll give them that.
Body scrub, Body wrap, Massage… I did book a massage, and it was heavenly. Until I realized, I was now half an hour late for dinner.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking… A Culinary Adventure?
Alright, this is where things get… complicated.
- Restaurants & bars: a la carte, buffet, poolside… They had it all. Restaurants. They have International cuisine in restaurant. Everything from mediocre to delicious.
- Room service [24-hour]: Bless them for this. The Room service [24-hour] was an absolute lifesaver. After one particularly epic day of… well, nothing in particular, I ordered the chicken noodle soup at 3 AM. It was warm. It was salty. It was perfection.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Oh, the buffet. The Breakfast [buffet] was… an experience. The Asian breakfast section was really good. The Western breakfast was… well, let's just say they tried. I found myself gravitating towards the omelet station. Always a good bet. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was acceptable, not great.
- Happy hour: Essential, as always. They had one. I availed myself of it.
- Snack bar, bar and poolside bar: A must when on vacation.
- Other: The Coffee shop. Fine. The Desserts in restaurant? Hit or miss. Salad in restaurant was pretty good. Soup in restaurant? Also, pretty good.
- Bottle of water: Yes, they provided water!
Cleanliness and Safety… In the Age of Germs
Okay, I was actually impressed here. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Check. The staff seemed genuinely committed to safety, and I felt reasonably secure. The fact that they had Hand sanitizer stations everywhere was a huge relief. Individually-wrapped food options? Yes. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter? Mostly achieved (though some guests clearly hadn't gotten the memo). Room sanitization opt-out available? Nice touch. Professional-grade sanitizing services? Probably.
Rooms: The Good, the Bad, and the Bathroom Phone?
Okay, here's the nitty-gritty of the Available in all rooms:
- Air conditioning: Worked like a charm. Essential.
- Alarm clock: Yes. Mostly. It woke me up.
- Bathrobes: Soft. Fluffy. I love hotel bathrobes.
- Bathroom phone: You read that right. A bathroom phone. I cannot fathom why, but it was there. Did I call anyone from the bathroom? Maybe.
- Bathtub: Glorious. Huge. Perfect for soaking after a long day of… well, doing very little.
- Blackout curtains: THANK GOD. They actually worked. Finally.
- Coffee/tea maker: Essential.
- Free bottled water: Good to go.
- Hair dryer: Yes. It worked.
- In-room safe box: Perfect for stashing valuables.
- Internet access – wireless: Yep, worked.
- Ironing facilities: Okay, good.
- Linens: Clean.
- Mini bar: The usual suspects.
- Non-smoking: Yep.
- Private bathroom: Of course!
- Satellite/cable channels: A ton.
- Seating area: Comfy.
- Separate shower/bathtub: Again, glorious.
- Slippers: Nice touch.
- Smoke detector: Present and accounted for (thankfully).
- Telephone: Yes.
- Toiletries: Meh. Mostly the generic hotel stuff.
- Towels: Plenty.
- Umbrella: Always a good thing.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Yes.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
- Air conditioning in public area: Yes.
- Cash withdrawal: You can.
- Concierge: Helpful, mostly.
- Daily housekeeping: Usually impeccable.
- Elevator: As mentioned!
- Facilities for disabled guests: Mostly!
- Ironing service: Yes.
- Laundry service: Pricey, but available.
- Luggage storage: Yes.
- Front desk [24-hour]: Yes. They were mostly helpful, but sometimes things got lost in translation.
For the Kids: A Mixed Bag
I don't have kids, but the Family/child friendly vibe was definitely there. They had a Babysitting service and Kids meal options and various play areas, but I didn't pay too much attention.
Getting Around: Smooth Sailing (Mostly)
- Airport transfer: Yes.
- Car park [free of charge] Yes.
- Taxi service: Also available.
Overall: The Verdict… and the Bathroom Phone
Look, the Grand Majestic Resort is… well, it's a hotel. It’s got its quirks. Some good, some bad, some downright bizarre (the **
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're going to Haven Plaza in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, and trust me, it's going to be…an experience. This isn't a polished tourist brochure, it's a chaotic, honest, and probably coffee-stained roadmap of ME, navigating the beige-toned splendor of Riyadh.
Haven Plaza: A Love-Hate Relationship (and Probably More Hate Than Love, Initially)
Day 1: Arrival, Adjustment, and the Great Coffee Quest
10:00 AM: Land at King Khalid International Airport. Oh joy, another airport. I swear, the fluorescent lights and the sheer volume of luggage always manage to induce a low-grade existential crisis. Customs? Pray for me. My Arabic is atrocious. "Shukran" and "hello" and… that's about it. Fingers crossed I don't get detained for accidentally carrying a rogue mango. (Note to self: Double-check luggage. Triple-check.)
11:30 AM: Ride-hailing hell (a.k.a. the drive to my hotel near Haven Plaza). Navigating Riyadh traffic is like playing a real-life game of Frogger, but instead of a log, you're dodging SUVs piloted by what I suspect are Nascar dropouts.
12:30 PM: Hotel check-in. Pray that the pillow isn't rock-hard, the AC works (essential!), and the Wi-Fi is strong enough to upload my Instagram story. This is where the real work begins: battling jet lag and the internal monologue that says, “Did you really need to travel here?”
1:30 PM: THE COFFEE QUEST BEGINS. Look, I need caffeine. I need it badly. Forget sightseeing, forget cultural immersion, I need to find the best darn coffee near Haven Plaza. This might involve a wild goose chase through various cafes, probably getting lost, and definitely ordering something completely wrong at least once. I'm hoping a friendly stranger will help me. I'm betting my first coffee run will be a disaster. Like, "accidentally order a camel milk latte" disaster. (Okay, maybe not that bad. But the anticipation is killing me!)
- 2:30 PM: Coffee Run Debrief: Found coffee. It was… coffee. Not exceptional, mind you. More of a "sustains life" level of coffee. The cafe was packed with people. I think I saw a celebrity, but I couldn't be sure, I was too busy trying not to spill.
3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Unpack, rehydrate, and stare blankly out the window. The view? Probably another beige building. But hey, at least I'm experiencing the magic of Riyadh, right? Right???
5:00 PM: Haven Plaza Reconnaissance. Time to wander. My feet will be itching, my brain fuzzy. Let the people watching begin! I'll assess the situation: the shops, the fountains (are there fountains?), the general vibe. Will I find something that sparks joy? Probably not immediately. But I'll keep my eyes open. Maybe the place is a hidden gem. Or maybe it's just another shopping mall. I'm not sure what to expect, let's see how it goes.
7:00 PM: Dinner. Seeking out some local cuisine. Hopefully something a little more exciting than a pre-packaged sandwich from the hotel shop. My taste buds are ready for an adventure.
8:30 PM: Back to the hotel. Crash. Sleep. Hope the next day is less…beige.
Day 2: Delving Deeper (Or Trying To, Anyway)
9:00 AM: Coffee, again…I guess. I hope the coffee situation has improved.
10:00 AM: Haven Plaza – The Sequel. This time, I’m going to actually shop. Or at least attempt to. Wandering into stores, getting overwhelmed by choices, and slowly dying inside because I can't find the perfect souvenir for my sister? Sounds like me.
12:00 PM: Lunch. Time to try a local restaurant in or near Haven Plaza. It should be fun. Or, knowing my luck, I'll accidentally order something involving spiced goat meat.
1:30 PM: More Plaza Exploration. I'm determined to find something interesting. A quirky shop. A hidden garden. Anything to prove that this place is more than just a collection of stores. Maybe I'll even people-watch and try to eavesdrop on some conversations.
3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: The Great Air Conditioning Debate. Honestly, this is a real concern. Will the shops have blasting AC, or will I be sweating through my clothes? I need to figure out my outfit strategy. Maybe a scarf is needed to wrap up to fight the cold.
6:00 PM: I'll decide where to have dinner.
7:30 PM: Evening activity. I'm not sure yet. If I'm feeling ambitious, I might venture out to another area. If I can find my way back.
Day 3: The Verdict
9:00 AM: One last coffee. Maybe by this point, I'll actually appreciate the local coffee. Maybe. Probably not.
10:00 AM: Last-minute souvenir hunt (I always leave this to the last minute). Pray for good prices and a lack of aggressive sales tactics.
12:00 PM: Farewell lunch, whatever that looks like.
1:00 PM: Head back to the hotel and try to pack. (I'm a terrible packer. Things are always crumpled, missing, or suspiciously stained.)
3:00 PM: Head to the airport. Pray the flight isn't delayed.
The Takeaway: Did I fall in love with Haven Plaza? Probably not. Did I survive? Yes! The entire experience can be summarized with a big shrug and a "Well, that was something"
So, what even IS this "Stuff" we're talking about anyway? Seriously, 'cause I'm lost already.
Okay, alright, deep breaths. "Stuff" is… well, it's everything. It's the universe's way of showing up. It's the tangled mess of a bad hair day, the glorious explosion of a perfect sunset, the gnawing dread of your email inbox, and the sudden, inexplicable urge to eat an entire tub of ice cream at 2 AM. It's the *stuff* of life, folks. And sometimes, that stuff is awesome, and sometimes... well, let's just say it's not. Like, that time I accidentally superglued my fingers together trying to fix a broken picture frame? Yeah, that was "Stuff."
Why are we even doing this? What's the point? My brain hurts.
Look, I honestly don't know. Boredom, mostly? Maybe a desperate cry for connection in this digital wasteland? Probably a bit of both. But hey, if it makes you feel slightly less alone in this crazy, chaotic, beautiful, and sometimes utterly infuriating world, then mission accomplished. Besides, someone has to document the absurdities, right? I mean, who else is going to remember the time I tried to bake a cake *without* the oven? (Spoiler alert: it didn’t end well. Sticky, gooey mess.)
Okay, fine. What's the *best* thing about "Stuff"? Is there even a "best" thing?
Ooh, that's a tough one. The best thing... hmm. Probably the unexpected moments. The ones that blindside you and take your breath away. Like, I was having a truly awful day last week – everything was going wrong, emails were flooding in, and I was seriously considering moving to a remote island and living off coconuts. And then, BAM! I saw a rainbow. A *massive* rainbow, arching over the city. I literally stopped in my tracks and just… stared. For a good five minutes. And in that moment, everything felt a little bit brighter. So yeah, the unpredictable beauty of it all. That's the best "Stuff."
And the *worst* thing? I'm bracing myself...
Ugh, the *worst* thing? Okay, so you know how sometimes EVERYTHING goes wrong? Like, one thing after another, like a bad comedy routine from Hell? That's the worst. The feeling of being completely, utterly overwhelmed, like you're drowning in a sea of to-do lists and existential dread. My own personal hell: procrastination. I am *terrible* at it. Like, right now, I should be cleaning my apartment. Instead, I'm writing this. The irony is not lost on me. Also, traffic. Always, ALWAYS traffic. It’s a special kind of personal hell.
How do you, uh, *deal* with all this "Stuff"? Any brilliant coping mechanisms? (Asking for… myself).
Brilliant? Hardly. More like a chaotic, last-ditch effort to stay (relatively) sane. Honestly? Coffee. LOTS of coffee. Also, music – loud, cathartic music. Screaming into a pillow sometimes helps. And the occasional, completely irrational impulse purchase (a new pair of shoes, a ridiculous novelty item, whatever). But mostly, just trying to remember that even the bad "Stuff" eventually passes. It might leave a scar, a funny story, or a deep-seated aversion to superglue, but it *does* pass. Oh, and chocolate. Chocolate is pretty much essential.
What's the deal with that time you mentioned the superglue? Spill the tea!
Alright, fine. But you asked for it. This is GOLD. The picture frame in question was a beautiful antique; a gift that had a sentimental value that went far beyond the frame itself. It had fallen off the wall (thanks, gravity!) and the glass was shattered. I, being the DIY queen I am (ha!), decided to fix it. With superglue. Now, I'd used superglue before, but never with this level of… commitment. I thought I could *hold* the frame together while the glue dried (because I'm a genius), and… *bam*. Fingers stuck. Like, seriously, stuck. The more I struggled, the more glue I got everywhere. The frame fell apart again, I had bits of glass everywhere, and my fingers resembled something out of a horror movie. I called my friend, hysterically laughing, and she had to come over and basically pry my fingers apart with tweezers. The picture frame? Still broken. My fingers? Mostly okay… but I learned a valuable lesson that day. Don't DIY everything. And always, ALWAYS wear gloves. The end. Or, well, the start of a therapy session, potentially.
Do you ever feel… overwhelmed? Like, the weight of the world is crushing you?
Yeah. Sometimes. Daily, even. It's a constant struggle. Work, relationships, the existential dread of knowing that one day, we're all just…poof. It's a lot! But honestly? Remembering the rainbow, the random acts of kindness, the genuine smiles of people I see on a daily basis helps bring me back to the surface. Taking a deep breath. Going for a walk. Reaching out to someone. It's not a cure-all, but it's a start. It’s a work in progress. And, you know, even on the bad days, there's usually a bag of chips involved. And chips make everything better. Especially the BBQ flavored ones.
What's next? Is there even a "next"?
Who knows? Maybe I’ll finally clean my apartment. Maybe I'll try to bake that cake... without the oven. (Probably not.) Maybe I'll find a new hobby to obsess over. Maybe I'll just keep rambling and trying to make sense of this glorious, messy, beautiful, tragic, and frequently absurd thing called "Stuff." One thing's for sure: it's never boring. And that’s all that matters, right? Right?!? Okay, I’m going to go find some ice cream. Peace out.
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