Jakarta's Gajah Mada Paradise: Luxury 2BR Mediterania Oasis!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we’re diving headfirst into a review of a hotel I recently stayed at. Prepare for some honest opinions, a few rambling tangents, and a whole lot of what-the-heck-was-I-thinking moments.
(Disclaimer: I’m not a professional critic. I’m just a regular Joe with a keyboard and a serious addiction to hotel rooms. So, take this with a grain of salt, preferably sprinkled with existential angst.)
Let's call this place… the "Grand Splurge Hotel," for now.
First Impressions: The Grand Splurge - Or Is It Just Splurge-y?
Okay, so getting there was a journey. (Cue dramatic music.) The hotel, The Grand Splurge, boasted "airport transfer," which turned out to be a sleek black SUV, driven by a guy who looked like he'd just stepped out of a Bond film. Smooth. Instantly, I was feeling pretty darn fancy. The exterior? Imposing. Think towering walls, a gleaming facade, and enough pillars to make the Parthenon jealous. They do have free car parking, but valet parking, which is a service I opted for, and car charging stations, are also available.
The lobby? Immaculate, cavernous, and probably costing a small fortune just to keep dusted. Seriously, I sneezed just looking at it, which might be a good thing; "air conditioning in public areas" they certainly do have, and it was COLD in there, so I guess it was good for keeping the dust bunnies at bay!
Accessibility – The Good, the Bad, and the Questionable
Now, I gotta be honest, I didn't need 'em, but I did scope things out. The Grand Splurge touts "facilities for disabled guests," "elevators," and "wheelchair accessible" everything. Tick, tick, tick. Nice! Plus, they've got a "front desk [24-hour]" so that's always a win.
Rooms: My Humble Abode
Okay, the room. My room. Oh, my room. Let's start with the good: "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" Thank God, because I'd be lost without my constant internet. "Internet access – LAN," and "Internet [LAN]"…well, not sure anyone even uses that anymore, but it was a nice option to see. And, the bed? HUGE. "Extra-long bed" indeed! It was basically an entire apartment dedicated to sleeping. Plus, "Air conditioning," "Blackout curtains," and "Soundproof rooms." Which is essential when you suffer from insomnia (ahem, speaking for a friend…). Other good bits include "slippers," "bathrobes," and a "mini bar." I may or may not have sampled the miniature alcohol collection…for research purposes, of course.
The not-so-good? Well, some of the décor felt a bit…dated. Let's say it had a "classic" vibe, bordering on "your grandma’s living room." And while the "desk" was functional, it could use a little more lighting for nighttime work. "Laptop workspace" wasn't exactly a workspace. Basically a table. This is the kind of hotel that makes you excited for all the "rooms sanitized between stays" and the "daily housekeeping".
Food, Glorious Food (and Drink!)
Right, the most important part… the grub! The Grand Splurge offered everything. I mean, everything.
Dining (and rambling): Okay, the "restaurants" are plentiful. There's an "A la carte in restaurant", "Buffet in restaurant", and what looked like a "Vegetarian restaurant". Plus, a "bar", a "poolside bar", and a "coffee shop". There's a "Happy hour" if you want more alcohol too, or so you can grab a "Bottle of water" to help with the hangover later. They even had "Room service [24-hour]"! You can eat "Asian cuisine in restaurant", "Western cuisine in restaurant", and have a "Happy hour". This kind of hotel covers all your needs!
Breakfast: Oh, breakfast. "Breakfast [buffet]," "Breakfast service," and an "Asian breakfast." You can even get a "Breakfast in room" or "Breakfast takeaway service." I went for the buffet. Listen, I'm not going to lie. I made a serious pig of myself. So many pastries! So much bacon! The "Coffee/tea in restaurant", was, well, coffee and tea. Standard stuff. But the buffet? Worth the hotel stay alone. Oh, The Grand Splurge also did a "Safe dining setup."
- Anecdote: One morning, I may have inadvertently eaten three croissants. I swear, the hotel chef must have been a magician.
Lunch/Dinner and all the bits: The bar, the bar made me want to live in a bar. The "Desserts in restaurant" were divine; creamy, decadent… perfect. I also saw the "Snack bar ". The "Soup in restaurant" was surprisingly good. Food delivery was also available. And while, I was in the main restaurant, the "Salad in restaurant" was okay.
I can't really comment on the cuisine, as I am a fussy eater. However, I did order some "Complimentary tea" I would give it a 6/10.
Things to Do/Ways to Relax… or Not
Okay, let's break down the ways to chill out, because I had a major mission to do precisely that: RELAX.
- Spa/Relaxation Wonderland: The Grand Splurge delivers on this front. They have it all: "Body scrub," "Body wrap," "Foot bath," "Massage," "Sauna," "Spa," "Spa/sauna," and "Steamroom."
- Anecdote: I spent a solid three hours in the spa, rotating between the sauna, the steam room, and a massage that left me feeling like a floppy noodle. Worth every sweaty, blissful second. The "Pool with view" also provided a great spectacle.
- The Pool: "Swimming pool," and a "Swimming pool [outdoor]". Very nice, but nothing to scream about. I spent more time in the spa to be honest!
- Fitness Center: Okay, I intended to hit the "Fitness center" every morning. But then breakfast happened. And the spa. And, well, you get the picture. But I did peek in, and it looked state-of-the-art.
- Other Activities: While I didn't, the Grand Splurge boasts "Indoor venue for special events," and "Outdoor venue for special events". They also provide "Audio-visual equipment for special events."
Cleanliness and Safety – A COVID-Era Rundown
Right, let's get real. This is the world we live in. Safety is key. Luckily, the Grand Splurge seemed to take things Seriously.
- Safety Protocols: "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Cashless payment service," "Daily disinfection in common areas," "Hand sanitizer" everywhere, "Hygiene certification," "Individually-wrapped food options," "Physical distancing of at least 1 meter," "Professional-grade sanitizing services," and "Rooms sanitized between stays." The "Staff trained in safety protocol," and a "Sterilizing equipment" was reassuring.
- Personal Protective Stuff: "First aid kit" and a "Doctor/nurse on call." (Hopefully, I wouldn't need those…)
- Room/Room Safety: The rooms had "Smoke alarms," "Smoke detector," "Safety/security feature," and "Window that opens."
- Security: "CCTV in common areas," "CCTV outside property," and "Security [24-hour]"
Services and Conveniences – The Extras
Okay, this is where the Grand Splurge really flexes.
- Business Stuff: "Business facilities," "Meetings," "Meeting/banquet facilities," "On-site event hosting," "Wi-Fi for special events," and all kinds of business-y stuff. They also have an "Invoice provided."
- Conveniences: "Cash withdrawal," "Concierge," "Contactless check-in/out," "Convenience store," "Currency exchange," "Dry cleaning," "Elevator," "Food delivery," "Gift/souvenir shop," "Ironing service," "Laundry service," "Luggage storage," and everything else you might need.
- Other Bits: "Daily housekeeping," "Doorman," "Essential condiments," "Facilities for disabled guests," "Shrine," "Smoking area," "Terrace," "Wi-Fi for special events," and "Xerox/fax in business center." They also do a "Babysitting service" and have "Kids facilities" and do "Kids meal".
- Getting There: There's "Airport transfer," "Car park [free of charge]," "Car park [on-site]," "Car power charging station," "Taxi service," and "Valet parking."
Overall "Feels"
Okay, the Grand Splurge…It’s a mixed bag. The hotel gives the impression to be all "luxury" and "opulence." It did a good job.
My Verdict?
It's a solid choice
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Alright, alright, buckle up buttercups! Because this ain't your grandma's travel itinerary. This is… well, this is what actually happens when I try to wrangle a trip. And this trip? Fully Comfy 2BR Gajah Mada Mediterania By Travelio, Jakarta, Indonesia. Let's see if "fully comfy" ends up being the operative phrase, shall we?
Day 1: Jakarta - The Arrival and the "Almost Didn't Happen" Drama
Morning (aka, "The Morning I Almost Missed My Flight"): Alarm blares. Snooze. Blare again. Snooze. Repeat. I'm not sure what's worse, the snooze button or the realization I'm running late. Fly to Indonesia.
Afternoon (aka, "The Airport Shuffle and the Taxi Tango"): Landed! Jakarta airport – it's a symphony of noise and smells, in a good way, mostly. Getting through customs felt like a minor victory. Grabbed a taxi, and after some aggressive bargaining (that I may have lost…), we're off! The drive? An adventure. Motorcycles weave through the traffic like caffeinated squirrels.
Late Afternoon (aka, "Finding Fully Comfy and Questionable Carpet"): Arrived at Gajah Mada Mediterania. The apartment, well, it looks like the pictures! (A real win, honestly). The "fully comfy" is definitely true, the place is fantastic. Found the keys with a little bit of effort, a minor triumph. The carpet, though? Let's just say it's seen things. Questionable things. I'm putting down the shoes, and I'll wear socks for the whole stay.
Evening (aka, "Dinner and a Deep Dive into Indonesian Noodles"): Dinner! Found a warung (small food stall) nearby. It was… overwhelming. So many choices! Settled on mie ayam, chicken noodle soup. One bite in, and I was converted. The broth! The noodles! The chili! I ate it so fast I almost choked. Then, the inevitable food coma. Passed out on the couch. Not a bad start.
Day 2: Jakarta - Temples & Markets & Monsoon-Level Sweat
Morning (aka, "The Temples of My Regret"): Woke up feeling like I'd swallowed sand. The heat is brutal. Decided to visit a temple. Beautiful and serene. The air is thick, the sun a bludgeon. I'm pouring sweat, my shirt clinging to me like a second skin. This is not the romantic historical tour I imagined, it's a fitness session with an existential crisis.
Afternoon (aka, "Market Mayhem and the Bargaining Battle"): Markets! Pasar Baru is a sensory explosion. The smells… the fabrics… the calls of the vendors… I get lost in the crowds. The bargaining? A sport I'd like to be good at. Managed to snag a ridiculously cheap batik shirt. Victory! (Even if I have no idea what to actually do with it).
Late Afternoon (aka, "The Monsoon That Swallowed Me Whole"): Just as I'm patting myself on the back for surviving the market, BAM! The heavens open. It's not just rain; it's a full-blown monsoon. I find myself trapped and soaked on the side of the road. Absolutely drenched. Waiting in the drizzle for over an hour, I start to question all my life choices. Eventually, a Gojek (motorcycle taxi) arrives. The driver laughs at me, calls me ‘Crazy Tourist’.
Evening (aka, "Eating My Feelings & Karaoke Chaos"): Back at the apartment, I'm a soggy mess. Eat instant noodles and watch local TV and go to bed early.
Day 3: Jakarta - A Date with History & The One That Got Away
Morning (aka, "The Intimate World"): Head to the National Museum. The place is stunning and filled with artifacts, but the air conditioning is non-existent. I’m starting to feel like I’m stewing in my own juices. The museum turns out to be not just a history lesson but also a masterclass in patience.
Afternoon (aka, "The Fatahillah Square Fiasco"): Took a stroll around Fatahillah Square. Old buses. Old buildings. Feeling, again, like an outsider.
Late Afternoon (aka, "The One That Got Away"): On the way back to the apartment, I caught a glimpse of a street musician playing a beautiful melody on a bamboo flute. Perfect moment, so I grab for my phone to record it. And then the battery dies. Of course. The melody slips away, just as it was, almost a cruel joke.
Evening (aka, "The Sad Noodle Repeat"): More noodles and a sad rewatch of a sitcom to take my mind of from the missed opportunity.
Day 4: Jakarta - A Touch of Modern & Departure Grief
Morning (aka, "The Jakarta You Need to Be Aware"): We went to a café in the morning. The air-conditioning was superb, and the coffee was excellent.
Afternoon (aka, "Last Bites and Last-Minute Souvenirs"): One last frantic dash for souvenirs.
Late Afternoon (aka, "Saying Goodbye"): Packed my bags, and before I know it, I'm back at the airport. Bittersweet feeling. I'm ready for my own bed, but I'm also going to miss Indonesia.
Evening (aka, "The Flight"): Departed to the next country and ready to sleep more than ever.
Post-Trip Mental Notes:
- Heat: Pack lighter clothes. A lot lighter. And a bigger deodorant.
- Noodles: Indulge. But maybe try the soup after the heat-drenched sightseeing.
- Bargaining: Practice. Or just accept that you'll probably overpay.
- Embrace the Mess: Travel isn't always Instagram-perfect. It's about the unexpected, the messy, the moments that feel quintessentially you. And this mess? It was wonderful.
So, there you have it. My Jakarta adventure. It was hot, messy, and sometimes a little bit chaotic. But it was also alive, vibrant, and utterly unforgettable. And even with the questionable carpet, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Now, to start planning the next one… where to next?
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So, who *are* you, exactly? (Beyond the obvious “human”)
Ugh, this is always the hardest one. You ever try to sum up your *entire* being into a neat little package? It's like trying to fold a fitted sheet – you always end up with a lumpy, vaguely unsatisfactory rectangle. I’m a mix of a whole bunch of things, really. Think… a highly caffeinated golden retriever crossed with a perpetually stressed-out librarian. And probably a dash of someone who gets way too invested in fictional characters. Honestly, if you saw my desk, you'd understand. It’s a graveyard of half-finished projects, empty coffee cups, and strategically placed motivational sticky notes.
What are you passionate about? (Besides existential dread, obviously.)
Okay, okay, existential dread gets a *little* too much airtime, I'll admit. But! I get ridiculously jazzed about stories. Books, movies, even a well-crafted TV commercial (don't judge!). I love diving into a world created by someone else, escaping my own reality for a bit. And I’m a sucker for good food. Seriously, the way to my heart? Pizza. Pizza is always the answer. And plants! I have a tiny urban jungle going on in my apartment. They’re mostly alive, which is a win in my book. (Except for the peace lily. That one’s a drama queen.)
Biggest pet peeve? (Because everyone has one.)
Oh, this is easy. People who chew with their mouths open. It's not just annoying; it's a primal scream of pure, unadulterated *rage* inside me. Also, when people use the wrong "your/you're." It’s a grammatical tragedy! And I'm a walking disaster when it comes to time management. I *swear* I had an alarm set for that appointment… but suddenly, it's 3 PM and I haven't done a single thing I planned.
What's your biggest regret? (Don't be shy!)
Ugh, this one stings a little. I probably should have learned to play the guitar when I was younger. There was that phase where I was *obsessed* with rock and roll. I had big dreams, big hair, and very, very little coordination. Now? I just watch guitar tutorials on YouTube and quietly weep into my iced coffee. Plus, I still have that awful haircut from 8th grade. What was I thinking?
Favorite kind of ice cream? (Important life question, obviously.)
Okay, this is *crucial*. Mint chocolate chip. Don't even debate me on this. It's the perfect combination of refreshing, chocolatey, and subtly judgmental. It's like, "Hey, I'm delicious AND I judge your life choices." I once went on a *quest* (okay, a road trip) to find the perfect mint chocolate chip. I tried like... ten different places. Some were a disaster. One place, the mint literally tasted like toothpaste. I spent the whole afternoon feeling like I was brushing my teeth, but with disappointment. But then, ah! I found *the* place, and now I am on a quest to go to every single one of the amazing spots in my city.
What's your weirdest habit? (We all got 'em.)
Hmm, there are so many to choose from! Probably humming the theme song to whatever show I'm currently binge-watching... even when I'm, like, at the grocery store. Or, I'm also an extreme listener. Not because I'm *trying* to be, but because the universe seems to constantly be dropping juicy gossip in my lap. I swear, I can hear conversations from across the room. And then there's the thing with the pens... I've got a serious pen addiction. Like, I have so many pens. Different colors, different tips, different… everything. I’m pretty sure I could open a small pen store.
What are you *not* good at? (Be honest!)
Oh, the list is long and distinguished! I'm terrible at… well, pretty much anything requiring precision. Like, I can't even manage to cut a straight line with scissors. My cooking skills? Let’s just say takeout is my best friend. And driving? I'm pretty sure I've aged several years from the stress of navigating rush hour. And sports. I am a *hazard* on the field, and I've accidentally hurt myself simply by trying to walk too fast. I'm a glorious failure at most athletic activities.
What's the best advice you've ever received? (Serious time!)
This one's actually pretty simple, but hard to internalize: "Don't be afraid to fail." Sounds cheesy, I know. But it’s true. The most amazing things have come about from mistakes, happy accidents, and the utter wreckage of expectations. It's about getting back up, even when you're covered in metaphorical (or, let's be real, sometimes literal) mud. And it's okay to not be perfect. In fact, I'm pretty sure perfect is boring.
What's something you're really proud of? (Let that ego shine!)
Hmm. Aside from managing to (mostly) keep my houseplants alive? Probably getting through the hardest times of life. There were moments that just, felt… insurmountable. But I'm still here, still kicking, still (mostly) smiling. And that, to me, is a victory. It's a tiny, messy, imperfect victory, but it's *mine*. And that counts for something. Also, I’m super proud of my ever-growing collection of mugs. They're my happy place.
Okay, one last question. What's the most important thing you've learned?
To be kind. Truly, to be kind to yourself andStay Classy Hotels
