Jeddah Sea Views & Formula Tower: Your Dream Apartment Awaits!
Jeddah Sea Views & Formula Tower: Your Dream Apartment Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a messy, opinionated, and hopefully helpful review of… well, the hotel. Let's just call it "The Place,” okay? I'm not gonna name names (unless I really have to), but I've got a lot to unpack. And I'm not just talking about my suitcase.
First Impressions (and the Internet, Oh the Internet!)
Let's start with the accessibility. Okay, so "The Place" says it's accessible. The "facilities for disabled guests" are listed, and there's an elevator… but let's be real, until I see a wheelchair-bound individual easily navigate every nook and cranny, I'm taking that with a grain of salt. I will say, the lobby seemed pretty spacious, and I didn't trip over anything (always a good sign!).
Now, the internet. This is where things get interesting. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! YES! But… the devil is in the details. They offer Internet [LAN] – like, are we still doing that in the 21st century? And "Internet services" – vague much? Anyway, the Wi-Fi was… acceptable. Definitely not fast enough to stream HD, but enough to check emails and occasionally stalk my ex (don’t judge!). Wi-Fi in public areas? Mostly fine, but the connection in the pool area was sketchier than my dating history. So, overall, a mixed bag. Bring a hotspot, just in case.
Cleanliness and Safety: Did They Actually Try?!
Okay, COVID times, right? So, Cleanliness and safety are HUGE. They list a whole bunch of stuff. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Room sanitization opt-out available (which, kudos, for respecting guest choice, but… why would you opt out?!), Staff trained in safety protocol – it all sounds good on paper. They even claim Professional-grade sanitizing services.
Me? I'm a clean freak. I'm talking, I wipe down the hotel room door handle as soon as I walk in. But this place… I kinda felt like they tried. Hand sanitizer was everywhere, which is a huge plus. The hallways smelled faintly of bleach (a bit too much, perhaps?), and the staff all wore masks (mostly correctly). So, a good effort. Felt safer there than going to the grocery store… which is saying something.
Dining, Drinking, Snacking: The All-Important Food Situation
This is where things usually go one of two ways: amazing or… well, let's just say "less than ideal."
Restaurants: They boast "Restaurants," plural! But that wasn't the case for me.
Breakfast: I had Breakfast service with the option of Breakfast [buffet]. Okay, the buffet in restaurant was… average. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast: the usual suspects. Nothing to cry about, nothing to rave about. The coffee, however, was aggressively mediocre. Like, "I'd-rather-drink-instant-coffee-from-the-lobby" mediocre. Thank god for that room service [24-hour].
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Poolside bar was an absolute joy.
Happy hour: The drinks prices are decent, and the atmosphere is right on point.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: Spa Days and Poolside Bliss
Alright, the fun stuff. "The Place" seems to have a decent roster of ways to unwind. They have a Fitness center, Gym/fitness. Cool. I think I might exercise tomorrow… maybe.
The real star here? The Pool with view. Seriously. The infinity pool overlooking the city. I could have stayed there forever. The water was the perfect temperature, the sun was shining, and I swear I could taste the freedom. Pure bliss.
They also have a Spa, with a Sauna, Steamroom, Body scrub, and Massage. Did I partake? Absolutely. The massage was… chef's kiss. Seriously, the therapist was like a wizard, kneading away years of stress. I nearly fell asleep. Definitely a major highlight.
Rooms: The Good, The Bad, and the Slightly Crummy
Okay, let's get into the rooms. I’m sure you are curious too. Starting with the good - there was Air conditioning, a complimentary tea, a desk and Free bottled water. Also, there was Wi-Fi [free]
But there were also a few issues that are worthy of mention:
- Bathroom - There was a Separate shower/bathtub but it wasn't the cleanest, no Bathroom phone and Additional toilet.
- The bed - my bed was Extra long bed that was very comfortable.
- Laptop workspace - I'm not sure that's a real space.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
So, they have a Concierge (handy for getting reservations, though mine seemed a little… unenthusiastic). Dry cleaning and Laundry service (essential for a messy traveler like me). A Gift/souvenir shop (perfect for grabbing those last-minute "I-forgot-to-buy-a-present" gifts).
The Daily housekeeping was reliable, though the cleaning itself wasn't always as meticulous as I'd like. I found a stray sock under the bed. Seriously.
For the Kids: I Have No Kids, But Here's What I Saw
They claim to be Family/child friendly and have Kids facilities. I saw a small play area, which seemed… adequate. Beyond that, I can't say much, as I spent my entire time avoiding children. Sorry, kids, it's not personal.
Getting Around: Transportation and the Great Unknown
They offer Airport transfer, which is super convenient. Also, Car park [free of charge]. Taxi service is also available.
Final Verdict (and a Compelling Offer!)
Okay, so, "The Place" is… not perfect. It has its quirks. The internet can be sketchy, and the coffee needs a serious intervention. But overall, it's a decent place to stay. The pool is amazing, the spa is divine, and the staff, while sometimes a bit… restrained, are generally helpful. It's not a luxury experience, but it's comfortable and clean enough to make your stay enjoyable..
My Imperfect Recommendation:
If you're looking for a relaxing getaway with a great pool, decent spa and decent staff this will be one of your best options.
So, here's my offer:
Book your stay at "The Place" now and get 20% off a massage at the spa! Plus, get a free complimentary bottle of wine upon arrival to help you enjoy the stay! This offer is valid for a limited time only!
So there you have it. My messy, honest, and hopefully helpful review. Go forth, book your stay, and see for yourself. And if you see that stray sock, let me know!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's perfectly manicured travel itinerary. We're going rogue. We're heading to Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, with a sea-view apartment and the Formula 1 Tower in our sights. Prepare for a wild ride, folks.
JEDDAH CHAOS: A Week of Sand, Saudis, and… Well, Me.
Day 1: Arrival… and Mild Panic.
Morning (or what feels like it after a transatlantic flight): Landed at King Abdulaziz International Airport. The usual airport chaos, multiply it by a factor of… well, a lot. The sheer size of the place hit me first. And then the heat. Good lord, it's already trying to melt my face off. Finding our transfer was an adventure in itself, involving frantic pointing, broken Arabic on my part, and the distinct feeling I was being shepherded like a confused sheep.
Afternoon: Apartment check-in. Okay, this is more like it. The view… oh. My. God. The Red Sea stretching out before me, the city shimmering in the distance. This is why I came. Instantly, I'm thinking, "I could live here forever!" followed by the practical reality of "How the hell do I order food?"
Evening: Wandering the corniche (seaside promenade). The air is thick with the scent of… everything. Spices, sea salt, something that smelled vaguely of exhaust fumes. It's sensory overload, and I'm loving it. Grabbed some street food. I'm pretty sure I ate something that was part-chicken, part-mystery. Did it taste good? Absolutely. Did it give me a moment of stomach-ache fear later? Perhaps.
My Brain's Ramblings: Okay, first impressions? Jeddah. It's… intense. It’s beautiful, chaotic, and a little intimidating, all rolled into one. I keep expecting a camel to wander by the apartment window. And the language barrier? It’s real. But hey, learning is part of the fun, right? Right?!
Day 2: Culture Shock (and a near-miss with a rogue scooter).
Morning: Attempted to brave the souk (market). My god, it's a labyrinth! The colors, the smells, the sheer volume of people… I swear I saw a guy selling live chickens next to a stall overflowing with gold jewelry. I almost bought a rug, and I don't even know where I'd put it. I’m pretty sure I haggled horribly, but hey, I survived.
Afternoon: Tried (and failed) to find the "perfect" coffee at a local coffee shop. I have a new appreciation for the art of coffee. This place was a bit overwhelming, with a few locals wearing different fashion styles.
Evening: Dinner at a local restaurant, I had to double check my dress code. The food? Amazing. The conversation? A fascinating mix of charades and broken English. I swear I made a friend, even though I'm not entirely sure what we agreed on.
My Brain's Ramblings: The scooters. The scooters are EVERYWHERE. I nearly got taken out by one. Seriously. These things are like motorized bees buzzing around your ankles. On another note, people here are INCREDIBLY friendly. So warm, so welcoming. I feel like I'm constantly being offered tea or dates.
Day 3: Formula 1 Tower Fever (and my crippling fear of heights).
Morning: IT'S TOWER DAY!! The Formula 1 Tower. I had to book a shuttle and ticket. I was excited but, also, I have a little, tiny, almost-undetectable fear of heights…
Afternoon: The Tower. Yes, the view. The speed. The race. It was all there. My palms were sweating. It was everything, and more. The architecture is stunning. Now, I'm not a HUGE Formula 1 fan, but seeing the track from that height… Holy cow. I spent more time glued to the tower window.
Evening: Back at the apartment. I collapsed on the couch, mentally replaying everything. Exhausted in the best way possible. Ate all the dates I hoarded this day.
Day 4: Beach Day (and the perils of too much sun).
Morning: Beach day! Found a secluded beach with a friend who was already in Jeddah. Okay, this is what I needed. Sun, sand, and the sound of the waves. Bliss. Spent hours swimming, lounging, and generally feeling like I was finally finding my zen.
Afternoon: Remember that sun? Yeah, it's ruthless. I got a little too relaxed. My skin is now the shade of a particularly angry lobster. Sunburn is a cruel mistress. Learning this lesson the hard way.
Evening: Swathed in aloe vera. The pain is real, people. But I still managed to hobble to a rooftop restaurant for dinner. Amazing food, yes. Worth the pain? Debatable.
My Brain's Ramblings: The beach was incredible. The Red Sea is so BLUE! I can't believe I was nervous about going out there. The waves are so gentle. I'll never be a good swimmer, but I'll have a great time. Remember to reapply sunscreen, you idiot!
Day 5: Historical Exploration (and a near breakdown in a museum).
Morning: Attempted to explore Al-Balad (Old Town). The historic district. The architecture is breathtaking. But it’s really, really hot. And there are a lot of people. And the humidity is trying to steal my soul. I will say…it was beautiful, but oh, so overwhelming.
Afternoon: The museums! Decided to go in and take a break from the sun. I love the museum. I loved the history. But I think I was a little tired of walking by this point.
Evening: Home. No more museum. Bed.
My Brain's Ramblings: I think I've hit a wall. I need more sleep. More water. More escape.
Day 6: Shopping (and the existential angst of souvenirs).
Morning: Shopping. More shopping. Souvenir shopping. Okay, I'm officially the person in the airport with five bags of things I have no use for. I regret nothing. I hope.
Afternoon: Found a local art gallery. My brain is now a jumble of ideas.
Evening: Dinner and sunset. The view never gets old.
My Brain's Ramblings: I wish I could stay longer.
Day 7: Departure (and reluctantly saying goodbye).
Morning: More coffee. More sea views. Packing. The dreaded packing. It's like a physical manifestation of the end of the trip.
Afternoon: Airport. The long, final farewell. I think I'm leaving a piece of my heart here.
Evening (on the plane): Exhausted. Content. Slightly sunburned. And already dreaming of when I can come back. This trip was messy, perfect, and everything I hoped for and more. Jeddah, you beautiful, chaotic beast. I'll be back.
This itinerary is a work in progress, a living, breathing thing, just like the trip itself. So, expect unexpected detours, emotional tangents, and a healthy dose of honest-to-goodness human experiences. This is how travel should be. Messy, memorable, and utterly unforgettable. Now, go forth and explore!
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So, what *is* this whole thing, anyway? (And, like, why should I care?)
Alright, alright, deep breaths. Basically, we're talking about... well, let's just say "stuff." You know? Life stuff, the stuff that happens. It's like a gigantic, messy tapestry woven with threads of hope, heartbreak, existential dread, and the occasional really, REALLY good slice of pizza. And the caring part? Well, you *should* care because, trust me, we're all bobbing in this chaotic sea together. Maybe we can find a raft and laugh about the absurdity of it all, yeah?
I keep hearing things like, "Find your passion!" Easier said than done, right? (And how do I even *start*?)
Oh, the passion! The *dreaded* passion! Everyone's got their opinions, but let me offer a (slightly cynical) take. Real talk: *Passion isn't always a seismic event.* Sometimes, it's a slow burn, like a really good cup of coffee on a rainy day. And it’s *okay* if you haven't "found" it yet! Seriously! I went through a whole phase of trying to become a professional juggler. I thought that was it! Nope. Then I tried learning the ukulele... disaster. But hey, at least I can now juggle three beanbags (badly) and know a few very, *very* basic ukulele chords. The key is: *try things.* Mess them up. Laugh at yourself. You might stumble upon something that *actually* clicks, or you might just have some good stories for the grandkids one day.
Money, money, money... (and Why does it *always* feel like there's never enough?)
Ah, the eternal struggle. I'm not gonna lie, this one gets to me. I swear, just when you get one thing sorted, something else blows up. Rent? Check. Groceries? Check. That random urge to buy all the avocados? ... Maybe not. It's a tightrope walk, folks. And honestly? It stinks sometimes. I wish I had a magic answer, I really, really do. Maybe budgeting apps? Maybe finding ways to trim the fat... but still, the stress is real. It’s easy to feel like you're failing. But hey, keep hustling, even on the hard days. Small victories, right? Like finally finding that discounted coffee shop, yeah?
Relationships! (Why are they so... complicated?! Especially the romantic ones.)
Oh. *Relationships.* The Bermuda Triangle of emotions. They’re beautiful, they're exhilarating, and they’re also capable of turning you into a blubbering mess who makes questionable decisions at 2 a.m. while eating a whole tub of ice cream. I once dated someone who *loved* opera and insisted on playing it at 6 AM. The sheer volume of it... the DRAMA! And the fighting. Oh, the fighting. It's an art form, really. The key, I think, is honesty, even when it's brutally uncomfortable. And a willingness to forgive, which is *way* harder than it sounds. And sometimes you just need to learn to agree to disagree -- and know when to walk away. Ugh, it's exhausting, but also? Totally worth it, when it's good.
Mental Health. (Why is it so hard to talk about?)
Because, let's be brutally honest, sometimes it feels like admitting you're broken. And society doesn't exactly make it easy, does it? I've been there. Down in the trenches. That spiral of doom that you can't seem to escape? Yeah... it's real. I'm not a doctor, so I can't give medical advice. But I *can* tell you that you’re *not* alone. And it's okay to not be okay. Seek help. Talk to someone. Therapy is a gift, even if it feels scary at first. We all have bad days, bad weeks, even bad months. Be kind to yourself. Seriously, be kind. Take a nap. Watch a bad movie. And remember that the sun *will* come up again, even if you can't see it right now.
The Future. (Am I even prepared?)
Prepared? Hah! I'm pretty sure no one is *fully* prepared. (Unless you're secretly a time traveler, in which case, spill the beans!) The future... is a mystery box. Will there be flying cars? Will we all be living in space? Honestly, I have no idea. It terrifies me sometimes. There's always that feeling that you *should* be doing more, achieving more, *being* more. But here's the thing: It's okay to not have all the answers. It's okay to stumble. It's okay to change your mind. The joy is in the unfolding. Try to have fun on the way. Don't get too hung up on the destination. (Easier said than done, right?)
This weird feeling that I am not doing enough.
Oh. The Curse of "Not Enough." It's a constant companion, isn't it? That little voice whispering that you should be smarter, thinner, richer, more accomplished, a better friend, a more loving partner... You name it, it's nagging. I had a HUGE bout of it last year. I'm a writer. I wasn't writing. I fell *behind* on bills and then found myself in that panic. I then got *worse*! I was paralyzed with fear, convinced everyone was judging me. Then one day I said, "screw it!" I spent the whole day watching trashy reality tv and eating pizza. And you know what? The world didn't end. My to-do list was still there, yes, but so was I, and I was okay. It forced me to realize perfection is a myth, and "enough" is often, *wonderfully*, right where you are.
So, what's the BEST pizza topping? (Important, I know.)
Now, this is the real question. We've been through the existential dread, the relationship dramas, the money woes, the feeling of "not enough"... and this is what matters. (Okay, maybe not *that* much, but I'm sticking with it!) My current obsession? Okay, it's a controversial one: Pineapple. Yes I said it! The sweet and savory combo is *divine*. And if you disagree? That's fine with me! It's a personal preference, not a moral failing!Hotel Bliss Search
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