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The Grandiose Galore: A Review That's Probably Too Honest
Alright, buckle up buttercups. This review is gonna be long. Like, "your-aunt-who-always-overshares-at-Thanksgiving" long. We're talkin' everything the "Grandiose Galore" (let’s go with that name, shall we?) has got, from the ridiculously fluffy bathrobes to… well, let's just say, some more questionable moments.
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Description: A brutally honest review of the Grandiose Galore in Bali, covering everything from its swanky spa and ocean-view pool to its sometimes-chaotic breakfast buffet and surprising lack of readily available charging ports. Get ready for a hilariously unfiltered take on this luxury experience – the good, the bad, and the slightly bizarre! Accessibility, safety, dining, and room amenities covered in detail.
The Arrival & The First Impression: Let's Be Real
So, first things first: the website. Glamorous photos. Promise of paradise. Reality? Well, it mostly lived up to the hype. The lobby, though? Overwhelming. So much marble. So many orchids. I felt like I was simultaneously in a Bond film and a Disney princess movie, all at once. Check-in was, blessedly, contactless (thank goodness!), a gleaming beacon of modern convenience. But the staff? Beautiful, polite, utterly bewildered when I asked for directions to the nearest… well, let’s just call it a “convenience store.” (More on that later.)
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag, To Be Frank
The Grandiose Galore claims to be accessible. And, in many ways, they are. Elevators are ubiquitous, thankfully. Facilities for disabled guests are present (again, the website promises), though I didn’t specifically utilize them. Wheelchair accessibility seemed… decent, from what I could see. Wide hallways, ramps where needed. However, the “devil is in the details.” I’m not an expert on accessibility, but I could imagine some issues with the pool area. The terrace access seemed… well, a little tricky, depending on the room you’re in. It’s a mixed bag. Worth checking directly with the hotel if this is a primary concern.
Internet Access & Tech: The Eternal Struggle
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Hallelujah! And… it mostly worked. Sometimes. Internet [LAN] was also listed. I did not test it. I'm old school on tech; but I have a friend that loves old school tech. Wi-Fi was generally reliable and I had no problems getting the job done. Internet services offered varied, but adequate. The speed was… acceptable, but I'm not going to lie, there were times I felt like I was back in the dial-up era. Getting the job done… slowly. Getting it done. Wi-Fi in public areas was a lifesaver when the in-room internet decided to take a nap, which it occasionally did. This is a good thing!
Safety & Cleanliness: The Post-Covid Reality
Okay, let’s talk about the elephant in the room (or, more accurately, the sanitizing spray in the lobby): COVID-19 precautions. The Grandiose Galore is clearly trying. Anti-viral cleaning products were definitely in evidence. Daily disinfection in common areas, check. Hand sanitizer everywhere. Rooms sanitized between stays, probably. I hope. Staff trained in safety protocol? They seemed to be. But… honestly, the sheer excessiveness of the cleaning sometimes felt a little… excessive. I'm not being sarcastic; I felt bad for the cleaning staff. The physical distancing of at least 1 meter was, shall we say, optimistically observed by some guests in the breakfast buffet – which brings me to my next point…
Dining, Drinking & Snacking: Where the Chaos Begins (and Ends)
Oh, the dining. Where do I even begin? Let’s paint a picture: Restaurants, a la carte in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Western Cuisine in Restaurant, Coffee/Tea in Restaurant (and Coffee shop!) were available. The breakfast [buffet] was a… spectacle. Yes, breakfast service was available; I'd hoped breakfast in room would be, but that was rarely available. I felt like a gluttonous Roman Emperor. There was everything! Everything I might want. And everything I definitely didn't need. Buffet in restaurant was… overwhelming; the pastries were a highlight!! The Poolside bar was a welcome oasis. The Happy hour, even more so. The Snack bar was convenient. The other dining options had more hits than misses.
Here's the problem though: The place was a hive of activity. People pushing, vying for prime egg-station real estate. And, the Vegetarian restaurant, which I had high hopes for, was… underwhelming. I went for the sake of research.
Also, the Room service [24-hour] was a lifesaver more than once – especially after a few too many Mai Tais. The Bottle of water provided in the room… much needed. Alternative meal arrangement was available, which was a nice touch for anyone with dietary restrictions. The Salad in restaurant… well, let's just say, I preferred the buffet.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Paradise Found (Mostly)
Now, this is where the Grandiose Galore truly shines. The Spa/sauna was divine. The Pool with view? Absolutely breathtaking. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was enormous and refreshing. The Fitness center was well-equipped, and the Gym/fitness was up-to-standard. The Body scrub and Body wrap were pure indulgence. I could have spent the entire trip just marinating in various stages of relaxation. The Steamroom, Foot bath, and Sauna were all fantastic additions. It’s the kind of place where you can truly unwind. Massage? Yes, please! However, the Couple's room seemed to be in high demand… and, to be frank, it was often booked.
Services & Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the "Huh?"
Alright, buckle up. This is a long one.
The Concierge? Indispensable. Daily housekeeping? Spotless, even with my questionable habits. Doorman – present and polite. Elevator - necessary!! Invoice provided - yep! Luggage storage? No problem. Dry cleaning? Super convenient. Laundry service? Ditto.
But, here’s where things get… interesting.
The Gift/souvenir shop? Overpriced and overwhelmingly generic. The Convenience store? Non-existent. This was, by far, the biggest missing piece in the entire experience. The nearest shop – well, I'm not going to lie, it was a decent trek. I’m talking, “sweeping-the-floor-with-your-sweat-because-it's-so-humid”-type trek.
The Cash withdrawal option was available, but the ATM was, at one point, out of order. Car park [free of charge] was a bonus; the valet parking was offered. Facilities for disabled guests were present, but as I mentioned, I didn't utilize them. The Food delivery was a godsend after my long journeys to the shop.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly or "Family-Adjacent"?
I didn't travel with children, so I can only offer observations. The Kids facilities looked… fine. The Babysitting service was available. The Kids meal options were, well, kid-friendly. It seemed like they were attempting to be Family/child friendly, but maybe a little hesitant. The kids that were there tended to be well-behaved… or maybe just exhausted from the swimming pool.
The Rooms: Luxury… with a Few Quirks
Okay, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty: the room itself. Air conditioning? Absolutely essential. Alarm clock? Present, and loud. Bathrobes? Fluffy and wonderfully excessive. Bathtub? Huge and perfect for soaking after a long
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups! Because this itinerary is about to get as messy as a kebab after a few too many shots of Armenian brandy. We're talking about a trip from a specific address in Yerevan, Armenia, to… wherever my wandering heart (and flight booking) takes me. And believe me, it’s going to take me some places.
The Official/Unofficial (Mostly Unofficial) Yerevan Romp – Based at Residence North Avenue, Teryan 8, 14/1
Important Disclaimer: This itinerary is subject to change at any given moment. My moods are a fickle mistress. Also, I'm terrible at planning, so expect things to go sideways. Gloriously sideways.
Day 1: Arrival and Yerevan – Oh, Yerevan, You Beauty! (And My Suitcase is Missing?!)
Morning (ish): Arrive at Zvartnots International Airport (EVN). The glorious, brutal, and completely disorienting Armenian sun hits me like a physical force. Breathe. Find my driver, hopefully, if he's actually there this time and doesn't decide to go MIA at the last moment.
- Anecdote: Last time I landed in Yerevan, the airport was practically empty. I swear, I spent a solid hour wandering around thinking I'd landed on a ghost planet. Turns out, everyone was at a wedding. Everyone.
Mid-Morning/Afternoon: Check into Residence North Avenue. Pray the apartment is what it claims to be. (Air conditioning? Working? A toilet that flushes? Fingers crossed!) Deal with the inevitable jet lag and the sheer exhaustion of travelling through an airport.
- Impression: The apartment? Lovely. The view? Breathtaking. The size of the living room? Perfect for collapsing dramatically after unpacking.
- Imperfection: My suitcase didn’t arrive. Which means I'm rocking the same travel outfit for the next 24 hours. Ugh.
Afternoon: Quick wander down North Avenue. Wow, it’s a stark difference from the drabness I grew up in. It’s all sleek marble and designer shops. I have zero business even looking at them, but hey, window shopping is free.
- Quirky observation: So many fountains! Armenians clearly love a good waterscape. They’re practically required on every corner.
Evening: Dinner at Lavash. This is a MUST. Their fresh bread and grilled meats are heavenly. Try asking the waiter, “Does the bread have a soul?” Then watch his face.
- Emotional reaction: Okay, I'm tearing up a little. This is the best food I've ever tasted.
- Messy structure: Might wander around Republic Square afterward. Maybe. Depends on if I'm too full, if I spot a cute stray cat, or if I get completely lost. It's all possible.
Day 2: History, Hairs - And More Food, Because, Armenia.
Morning: Tour the Cascade. So cool, very artsy. Some sort of bizarre modern art installations everywhere, and I have no idea what they mean. But the views of the city are unreal. Absolutely breathtaking.
- Rambling: Climbing all those stairs is a workout, though. I am definitely sweating. And judging all the other tourists. In a good way, of course.
- Imperfect: The crowds are insane. I'm pretty sure I almost got trampled by a horde of selfie-stick wielding tourists.
Midday: Visit the Tsitsernakaberd Armenian Genocide Memorial. Prepare to be moved. This is a truly sobering experience.
- Emotional Reaction: I'm in a daze, a total mess. The weight of history is so heavy here.
Afternoon: Relax with a Turkish style hair treatment, because why not? Find a dodgy salon and trust your fate in the hands of someone with probably 30 year experience.
Evening: Back to food, naturally. Trying a traditional Armenian restaurant. (Name TBD, because again, planning?) I need to find something that is not too spicy or too bland.
- Opinionated Language: I’m demanding some real Armenian coffee after this meal. None of that instant garbage. I need the gritty, tar-like goodness to keep me awake for the rest of the night.
- Imperfection: I'm sure I'll order too much food and spend the rest of the night in a food coma.
Day 3: Garni, Geghard, and the Mystical Armenian Spirit (And Again, Probably Food).
Morning: Day trip to Garni Temple and Geghard Monastery. Prepare to be amazed. Garni is a pagan temple, and it’s basically a Roman ruin in Armenia. The monastery is carved into a cliff face. It’s mind-blowingly gorgeous.
- Messy Structure: On the way to Geghard, make sure you stop at a roadside vendor and get some lavash with home-made cheese. You won't regret it. (Unless you're lactose intolerant. Then, maybe regret it.)
- Doubling Down on an Experience: I want to hear the acoustics in Geghard, because they are supposed to be magnificent. Then immediately sing, even if I sound like a cat being strangled.
Afternoon: Back to Yerevan. Potentially a museum visit (if I'm not completely templed out) or more wandering for fun and discovery.
Evening: Okay, I'm feeling slightly lost. I want to find a cozy bar with music and drink a lot of Armenian brandy.
Day 4: Yerevan/Departure
Morning: Stroll through the Vernissage, Yerevan's famous outdoor market. Pick up some souvenirs (or, let's be honest, trinkets) – maybe a traditional carpet, some dried fruits, or one of those hats with the earflaps. Maybe all of the above. Be prepared to haggle. I'm terrible at it, but I'll try.
Mid-day: Pack. Say goodbye to my cozy apartment.
Afternoon: One last Armenian meal! Maybe a final plate of khorovadz (Armenian barbecue). Or, if I'm feeling adventurous, something entirely new.
- Stronger emotional reaction: Bitter-sweet. I'm excited to go home, but I don't want to leave. I've fallen in love with this crazy, beautiful, complex place.
Evening: To the airport, Zvartnots International Airport. And then… back to reality. Until next time, Armenia!
Final Note: This is just a rough outline. I reserve the right to deviate wildly from this itinerary. Embrace the chaos! And don’t forget to try the apricot jam. It's a life-changer. Now go on and have an absolutely, wonderfully messy trip! And send me a postcard!
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So, uh... what *is* this thing anyway? Like, what's the point?
Alright, deep breath. The *point*? Honey, if I knew the point with absolute certainty, I'd be selling it for a million bucks and sipping margaritas on a beach right now. (And let's be honest, I'd probably spill half of it down my shirt.) Seriously though, it's a way to… exist, right? To experience the *stuff*. The good, the bad, the utterly ridiculous. It's about trying to figure out what you're meant to do (or, you know, *not* do), and maybe – just maybe – leaving a slightly less chaotic mess than you found.
Is it hard? Because, honestly, I’m already exhausted.
Hard? Oh, sweet summer child. It's *brutal* sometimes. Like, run-a-marathon-in-a-clown-suit-while-being-eaten-by-mosquitoes levels of hard. Remember that time I tried to bake a cake from scratch? Disaster. Absolute, utter disaster. Took me hours, the kitchen looked like a flour bomb exploded, and it tasted like… well, cardboard with questionable frosting. But, and this is key, it’s also *exhilarating*. The highs are *high*. Seeing my kid finally learn to ride a bike? Pure, unadulterated joy. So yeah, it’s a lot. But the good bits make it worth the struggle. Most of the time.
What's the most surprising thing you've learned?
That people actually *like* me. Seriously. I mean, I'm a walking contradiction, prone to saying dumb things and occasionally forgetting where I put my car keys (seriously, WHERE are they?!). But I've learned that imperfections are… well, endearing. You know? Like, that time I tripped and spilled coffee all over a very important meeting? Mortifying at the time, but the sheer absurdity of it made everyone laugh. Turns out, being human is way more relatable than pretending to be perfect. Also, that Netflix is a dangerous rabbit hole. Don’t even get me started on the true crime documentaries. They're addictive.
Okay, but what about the tough stuff? The really, REALLY hard parts?
Oh, buddy. Here we go. Alright, so, this is where the fluffy unicorns and rainbows stuff fades a bit. Losing people? Devastating. Watching someone you love struggle? Heartbreaking. Dealing with your own failures? Humbling. It’s not always sunshine and roses. In fact, sometimes it feels like navigating a minefield blindfolded.
The thing is, there’s no magic formula. No easy answers. You just have to… *be*. Feel the feels, even when they're ugly. Allow yourself to grieve, to rage, to question everything. Find your people. Lean on them. And, if you have to, scream into a pillow. I've done it. Multiple times. (And sometimes I still do!) It’s about finding a way to keep going. To keep breathing. Even when you feel like you can't.
What's the biggest mistake you've ever made?
Okay, this is a tough one. I've made *plenty* of mistakes. I can be a bit of a scatterbrain, say things I regret, and spend way too much money on shoes. But one really stands out…
There was this time, years ago, with a relationship. I thought I knew what I wanted. I thought I was ready. But I wasn't. I was scared, and instead of facing my fears, I ran. I hurt someone I cared about. And the fallout? Devastating. Took ages to deal with the guilt and the regret. It taught me a brutal lesson about honesty, communication, and the importance of not being a complete coward. So yeah... that was a big one. And I still cringe thinking about it. (But, hey, at least I learned, right? Right?!)
So, what's the *point* of all this suffering? Is there even a point?
Ugh, the existential question. Look, I wish I had a neat answer. I really do. Maybe it's about growth. Maybe it's about connection. Maybe it's about learning to appreciate the good stuff even more because of the bad stuff. Maybe there's no point at all and it's all just… a cosmic accident.
Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm just flailing around in the dark, trying to find a light switch. But then… a little laughter. A kind word. A beautiful sunset. A perfectly brewed cup of coffee. And you think, "Okay, maybe it's worth it." Maybe the point *is* the chaos. The mess. The glorious, heartbreaking, utterly human mess of it all. And honestly, I think that’s good enough. For now.
What do you do when you're feeling down?
Oh, honey, I have a whole arsenal. Firstly, I allow myself to wallow a little. Sometimes you just *need* the sob fest. Then, I usually go for a long walk (or, if it’s raining, a long bath). Music helps – loud, cathartic music. I’m a big fan of screaming along to angry girl anthems. Comfort food is a must. Currently obsessed with chocolate chip cookies (because, is there ever a bad time for a cookie?). Talking to my people helps. They're the real heroes. And finally, I remind myself that this too shall pass. Even if it feels like it's going to last forever.
What's your biggest regret?
Okay, this is one that gnaws at me sometimes. It’s not a giant, life-altering thing. It's something small but still a big deal for me. I regret not going to that concert, a band that came to town a few years back. I had tickets, I was excited, but then *something* came up. (I truthfully don't even recall what it was). I ended up selling the tickets. Now, years later, I still listen to that band, and I think about what I missed. Stupid, right? But it reminds me that life’s short. You miss out on those things, and you think about them often. So, now, I always try to say "yes" to things I would normally hesitate about. Because you never knowCheap Hotel Search
