Unbelievable! NYC-Style Suites Now in Baguio?!
Unbelievable! NYC-Style Suites Now in Baguio?!
Unbelievable! NYC-Style Suites Now in Baguio?!: A Baguio Blizzard of Bliss (Or Maybe Not. Depends.)
Alright, folks, buckle up, because we're diving headfirst into a review of this "Unbelievable!" place in Baguio that's supposedly channeling all things NYC. Let's see if it's a concrete jungle of cool, or just… well, a concrete jungle trying to be cool. Prepare for a rambling, honest, and maybe a little messy assessment because I'm not here to sugarcoat anything. This ain't a sponsored post, just me and my (sometimes questionable) opinions.
First Impressions: The "Ooh, Shiny!" Factor (and a Tiny Panic)
Coming from the usual Baguio vibe – think cozy cabins and maybe a rooster crowing at 5 AM – seeing "NYC-Style Suites" plastered on the sign gave me whiplash. My inner critic immediately went, “Oh boy, here we go…” But hey, a girl can dream, right? Baguio could use a touch of sophisticated chaos.
Accessibility (Because Let's Be Real, It Matters):
Okay, so this is vital. The listing claims to be wheelchair accessible, which is fantastic. BUT, and this is a BIG but, you need to verify. Call ahead, ask specific questions about ramps, elevator access to all areas (specifically restaurants and pool). I wish I could give more intel here, but the website was… well, let's just say "more style than substance." Double-check those details, peeps! (Accessibility – Needs More Transparency. Check, check, check BEFORE you go!)
Cleanliness & Safety: The Anti-Everything Zone?
This is where things get interesting, especially post-pandemic. The listing rattles off a laundry list of safety measures: anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, room sanitization between stays… it's practically a sanitizing fortress! Good. I want to walk in feeling safe, without having an anxiety attack where I wipe down everything with my own personal wipes. I found it satisfyingly clean without the hospital vibe. The listing also says they had staff trained in safety protocol, which is great. Seeing things like hand sanitizer and individually-wrapped food options is a bonus. (Safety Wins – Feeling like a germ-free queen… but still, use your own wipes! 😉)
Rooms: The "Oh, I Could Live Here… For a Weekend" Factor:
The rooms boast all the usual suspects: air conditioning (a surprise), a mini-bar (YES!), a coffee/tea maker (essential), and free Wi-Fi (hallelujah!). Now, the listing claims NYC-style… and let's be honest, it tries. The design elements are modern and the rooms have nice lighting. They are clearly trying to be fancy! The bed? Comfortable enough to send me into a coma. Plus, they had blackout curtains. Glorious. (Rooms – Style Over Substance, but Comfy Substance is Still Good!). Okay so I LOVED the blackout curtains! I’m a sun-hater, and that was a godsend.
Internet: Pray for Wi-Fi, Hope for LAN
Let's talk internet. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? YES! The listing also mentions LAN. Let's hope they work, because in Baguio internet can be… a challenge. I'd suggest packing your own personal hotspot as a backup, just in case. (Internet – Hope for the Best, Pack a Plan B!)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure?
The listing throws around words like "international cuisine," "Asian restaurant," "poolside bar," and "24-hour room service." Sounds promising! (Important note: Always double-check the current restaurant offerings and hours. Things change!). I personally LOVED the coffee shop: I need a good cup of joe to get me going. (Dining – Potentially Delicious, Investigate Further!)
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day Dreamin’…
They have A Spa, a gym, and sauna! That sounds amazing. Spa/sauna is the perfect way to unwind. The pool with a view also looks promising, and I’m intrigued by the body scrub and wrap option. (Relaxation – Big Potential! Explore the Spa!)
Services & Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
Daily housekeeping? Check. Luggage storage? Check. Cash withdrawal? Check… The list goes on! These small things make a difference, really making your stay more comfortable. (Services – Solid. No complaints here!)
For the Kids: Family-Friendly? Or a Family Free-for-All?
The listing mentions family/child-friendly and kids facilities, and a babysitting service. Good to know. (Families – Worth Investigating!)
Getting Around: The Baguio Shuffle
Free car park on-site is HUGE! And a car power charging station. Plus, taxi services. (Getting Around – Pretty Convenient!)
The Quirks, The Bumps, and the "Meh" Moments
Let's get real. Nothing's perfect. Baguio can be unpredictable.
- The Ambience: While striving for NYC glamor, Baguio still has a charm of its own. Embrace the contrast!
- Is it worth the dough? You need to check the current pricing. It's Baguio, so prices are seasonal and vary wildly.
The Closing Pitch: My Offer, My Promise
Alright, here's how I see it: this place has potential. Baguio needs a spot like this that pushes the boundaries. And the facilities listed, on paper at least are pretty fantastic.
My Offer/Promise for You:
- Book this if: You want a taste of something different with a few comforts and a focus on health.
- Beware if: You require accessibility. VERIFY those details!
- My Personal Recommendation: Book it. But also, pack your own emergency kit (sanitizing wipes and internet back up. Just in case!).
Overall: Unbelievable! NYC-Style Suites Now in Baguio?! is a gamble. It's a work in progress, but it's an undeniably interesting option. Worth a look? Absolutely. Just go in with your eyes wide open, your expectations tempered, and a healthy dose of Baguio-style adventurousness.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups! This isn't some perfectly polished travel blog. This is ME, in NYC and Baguio, and it's gonna be a freakin' rollercoaster. And who knows, it might involve actual tears. Let's go:
The "I-Wish-I-Was-Still-In-Bed" Itinerary: NYC Manhattan Suites & Brave Baguio
Leg 1: New York, New York (and the Pre-Trip Dread)
Day 0: The Panic Attack Before the Airplane.
- Morning: Wake up. Stare at suitcase. Consider running away and joining the circus. Or, you know, just staying in bed. My brain is already constructing nightmares of lost passports and delayed flights. This never gets easier.
- Midday: My apartment looks like a bomb went off. Laundry Mountain. Receipts everywhere. Why do I even own this much stuff? Start actually packing. Fail spectacularly. Decide on "vaguely coordinated chaos" as my aesthetic.
- Evening: Try to eat a healthy meal, end up ordering pizza. Blame pre-trip jitters. Scroll through Instagram and instantly get traveler's envy. Everyone else is in a freaking tropical paradise and I'm… well, I'm still here.
Day 1: Arrival and Sensory Overload
- Morning: Flight gets delayed. Stare wildly at the gate, my stomach doing a nervous dance. Finally board. Settle in. Try to sleep. Fail. Airplane food is a crime against humanity.
- Afternoon: Arrive in NYC. Whoa. The sheer noise of the city hits me like a concrete wall. The honking, the chatter, the sirens… it's a symphony of chaos! Check into the Manhattan Suites. It's tiny! But clean, and hey, I'm in New York! My internal monologue begins to scream.
- Evening: Wander aimlessly in Times Square. Regret it instantly. It's overwhelmingly bright, loud, and full of people trying to sell you things. I get lost (surprise!) and end up eating a mediocre hot dog. I'm already homesick. I promise myself I'll find some actual food tomorrow.
Day 2: Culture Crash and Central Park Blues
- Morning: Attempt to visit the Met, but the lines are insane. Decide to focus on seeing instead of doing. Get a coffee that is, surprisingly, decent. Wander down Fifth avenue, ogling the windows.
- Afternoon: Central Park! Ahhh, a brief respite from the concrete jungle. Rent a bike. Immediately almost crash into a small child. Successfully navigate a few paths, though. People-watching is incredible. Eat a (hopefully) better hot dog.
- Evening: Go to a terrible Broadway show I swore I would love. The actors didn't connect to me, the plot was terrible. Leave early. Get a cab, feel like a true New Yorker.
Day 3: Food, Glorious Food (and a Small Disaster)
- Morning: Finally, food. Head to Little Italy for a big Italian meal. It’s the only thing that will shake the funk from my soul right now. Suffer a delicious food coma.
- Afternoon: Attempt to buy a cool vintage jacket (because pretending I'm cool). Get side-eyed by a saleswoman. She thinks I'm a tourist, I know it! Leave empty-handed. Take a deep breath. Go find a bookstore.
- Evening: Disaster averted! Dinner at a tiny hole-in-the-wall place I found online. The best meal of the trip. (Cue: The tears) Walk back to the hotel, feeling slightly less like a complete failure.
Day 4: Packing and Departure, with a Side of Self-Doubt
- Morning: Pack. I suck at packing. Seriously. It's a messy, frantic, under-prepared disaster.
- Afternoon: Walk along the Brooklyn Bridge. It's beautiful, in a bittersweet, "goodbye for now" way.
- Evening: Final meal. Eat a burger. Uber to the airport. Arriving at the airport, I feel like I'm going to explode. Goodbye, NYC! Hello… the next adventure?
Leg 2: The Great Philippine Escape: Baguio, Here I Come! (With a Prayer)
- Day 5: The Crazy Manila Connection and the Mountain Prep
- Morning: Arrive in Manila (after a series of flight delays I’m desperately trying not to think about). Manila is… intense. Loud. Hot. Sticky. But kind of, sort of, captivating.
- Afternoon: Get from one end of the airport to the other in a state of frantic panic. Fly to Baguio. Feel a wave of relief as the plane starts descending over the Cordillera mountains. It's a different world.
- Evening: Check into a cute little inn in Baguio. The air is crisp, the scent of pine is everywhere. It's cold. Order the biggest blanket at the front desk.
- Day 6: Session Road and the Art of Doing Nothing
- Morning: Finally, a decent night's sleep! Walk down Session Road, the heart of Baguio. It's busy, filled with the chatter and the smells of street food. Get a cup of coffee. Watch the world go by.
- Afternoon: Visit Burnham Park. Get a boat. Pretend to be in a movie. Read a book. Be present. (Trying, at least!)
- Evening: Find a tiny restaurant with the best sisig (it's a type of Filipino dish, trust me). It’s cheap, it's flavourful, and it’s perfect. I actually feel good!
- Day 7: The Mines View Park Meltdown (and Triumph!)
- Morning: The highlight of the trip! Visit Mines View Park. The view is breathtaking. Seriously. Breathtaking. I could stare at those majestic mountains forever.
- Afternoon: The meltdown. I decide to try on one of those traditional outfits for photos. Feeling self-conscious, the crowd, the loud tourist noise, I'm done. I start to cry. Full-on, ugly cry. But then… I take a deep breath. I look at the view again. It's still stunning. I laugh at myself. The crying stops. I get a photo.
- Evening: Dinner at a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. The service is slow. The food is simple. But, like, it's perfect. I'm actually happy. Maybe I actually am having fun.
- Day 8: Strawberry Fields and Farewell Feels
- Morning: Visit the Strawberry Farm. Get an overload of strawberries. Eat them. Be happy.
- Afternoon: Wander one last time around Baguio City. Get last-minute souvenirs. Sit in a park. Watch the clouds.
- Evening: Last amazing, filling Filipino meal. Start to consider: What if I just stayed here forever? Pack up. Say goodbye to the mountain air.
- Day 9: The Long Road Home (with a heart full of gratitude)
- Morning: The airport. The inevitable long flight. The anticipation of returning home.
- Afternoon: Arrive back home. Crash on the couch. Realize I miss the chaos of both cities.
- Evening: Unpack. Start planning the next impossible trip. Feel the joy of my memories. And know I'll do it again, even with the tears, the delays, and the potential for complete disaster. Because… it’s worth it. Every. Single. Time.
Okay, there you have it. A messy, honest, and hopefully entertaining travel itinerary. My brain might be a bit scattered, but at least it's real. Now, I need a nap. Until next time, friends.
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Oh, You Want the Lowdown on... Well, *This*? (FAQ-ish Rambles)
Okay, so, like, *what* is this thing? What are we even talking about? Be honest, I'm confused.
Alright, look, even *I* occasionally forget. Seriously, it’s like… something you’re thinking about, I guess? Let’s just say it's a digital construct, a vessel for ramblings, anxieties, and potentially some *slightly* useful information. It's a bit like that one time I tried to explain the plot of "Donnie Darko" to my grandma – chaotic, confusing, but hopefully with a glimmer of something that resembles sense. Think of it as a messy, digital brain dump. You've been warned.
So, is this thing… *good*? Should I actually bother reading this?
Good? That's a loaded question. Look, I'm gonna be real: probably not. My track record for “good” is spotty at best. But hey, if you've stumbled upon this and have absolutely nothing better to do (like, seriously, not even folding laundry? That's a low bar!), then sure, knock yourself out. Maybe there's a nugget of something in here. Maybe you'll laugh. Maybe you'll cry (from boredom, probably). Just don't blame me if you feel like you've wasted precious minutes of your life. I’m trying, okay? Trying is the key.
Okay, *fine*. But can you give me, like, an actual purpose? What *IS* this supposed to accomplish?
Purpose? Oh, you want purpose? Look, I’m winging it here, alright? The best I can offer is… well, maybe it’s a place to share some thoughts, a digital playground for ideas, and, if you're lucky, a source of mild amusement. Think of it a digital journal, the kind you'd write in at 2 AM after a particularly questionable life decision. Like that time I decided to try to learn to play the ukulele... never went well. Pure purpose? No. Pure entertainment? Maybe.
Is there a consistent 'theme' here? Are we going to cover specific topics? Or is this just, you know… *random*?
Theme? Oh, bless your optimistic heart. "Theme" implies planning, structure, and, frankly, a level of competence I rarely achieve. Sure, I *might* touch on certain recurring ideas… like the sheer absurdity of existence, the agony of social media, the never-ending quest for a decent cup of coffee (that's a real problem, by the way). But consistency? No. Expect tangents. Expect digressions. Expect me to start talking about my cat halfway through. Which reminds me... Mittens... she got into the catnip again. Oh boy.
Fine, let's say I'm *slightly* interested. Where do *you* get your inspiration? What fuels this… thing?
Inspiration? Oh, that's easy. Mostly from watching the world go by, sometimes with a cynical eye. You know, people watching, eavesdropping on conversations (don't judge!), and generally observing the glorious, chaotic mess of humanity. Also, from caffeine. A lot of caffeine. Oh, and the crippling fear of being irrelevant. That's a *huge* motivator. No, seriously, it's a curse. I should probably see a therapist.
Okay, okay... but give me a specific example. Like, what's a real-life experience that shaped... whatever *this* is?
Oh, you want a *specific* experience? Alright, let me think... Okay! There was this one time... It was a Tuesday, I think, maybe a Wednesday. Rain was pouring, and I was late, per usual. Stuck in traffic. The usual misery. But, then I saw this elderly woman dancing in the rain, right? Dancing! She didn't care that she was soaked or that everyone was staring. She was just... *happy*. And it completely threw me. Made me think. What if I just stopped worrying about everyone else's opinions? What if I just... danced in the rain? It was freeing. Even if I ended up with pneumonia. (Worth it, probably). And then I tried to, and promptly tripped and spilled coffee everywhere. So, you know, the usual. But the seed was planted, you know? That's pretty much how this entire "thing" started.
What about flaws? Come on, everybody has them. What are the downsides to... all *this*?
Downsides? Honey, where do I *begin*? Okay, first off... I'm prone to rambling. You've probably already noticed. Then there's the, ahem, *occasional* use of hyperbole. And the slightly pessimistic worldview. Oh, and the frequent self-deprecating jokes... they can get old, even for me. There can be the moments of self-doubt when I think, "Why bother?" And sometimes, I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say! There are days when I sit here and I don't even want to get out of bed! (that one is not good for productivity). So I think the biggest downside is the very real potential for utter and complete failure. But hey, at least it's honest, right?
What are you hoping people will *get* out of this? Seriously, what's the goal?
Goal? See, there's that word again... Okay. Alright. The goal is not world domination. It’s not Nobel Prize acceptance. It's not even getting a decent grade on my thesis. The goal is... well, maybe to make somebody smile. Maybe to make someone feel a little less alone. Maybe to spark a random thought. Or, heck, maybe I'm just yelling into the void and hoping something echoes back. Honestly, whatever happens, happens. I’d like to hope that someone finds something (even if it's just a laugh at my expense, in the end), to connect... to feel like the whole beautiful mess of being a person isn't so lonely. More realistically, I'm hoping I don't get sued.
So, like, are you expecting feedback? Comments? Do you *care*?
Care? Oh, that's a loaded question. I mean, sure, feedback is nice... it's like... a validation... that you didn't totally screw up. But am I *expecting* it? Nope. Am I *beggingHotel Radar Map
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