Escape to Paradise: Luxury Villa Apartment in Saranda, Albania!
The Hotel Review That's Probably Too Honest (But Hey, At Least It's Got Keywords!)
Okay, deep breath. Here we go. This isn't going to be your typical, sanitized hotel review. Buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving deep. And I mean deep. Like, analyzing the tapestry of the curtains deep.
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Getting Started: The Arrival (and the First Glitch)
Right, so the website said it was an "effortless" check-in. Effortless like…running a marathon in quicksand. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but it was a bit…clunky. I opted for contactless, which sounded great in theory. In practice? More like, "tap your phone, squint at the screen, pray the Wi-Fi isn't dead, and finally, figure out where to collect the key from the slightly grumpy robot." (Okay, not actually a robot, but the guy behind the desk was giving off serious "I've seen things" vibes.)
Accessibility: The Good, The Okay, and The "Seriously?"
Let's talk accessibility, shall we? Because these things are important. The website heavily emphasized wheelchair accessibility. Now, I don't personally use a wheelchair, but I'm always looking out for folks who do. Kudos, because the lobby, elevators, and the main restaurant were impressively accessible. Wide doorways, ramps, the whole shebang. However… I ran into a small hiccup when I tried to get to the outdoor pool. Some pathways were a bit…bumpy. And the signage for the accessible entrance wasn't the best. Like, seriously, I thought I was on a treasure hunt for a minute there. So, overall, a mixed bag. But hey, it's a start!
On-Site Restaurants & Lounges: Food, Glorious Food (and the Occasional Disaster)
They had multiple restaurants! Promise of Asian cuisine, Western cuisine, a pool bar… you name it. The idea of a poolside bar was blissful. And the bar staff were lovely, but the cocktails had the potency of weak tea. The Asian restaurant? Now that was something. I had a Pad Thai that single-handedly justified all the travel expenses. Flavour explosion! The Western fare was decent, nothing to write home about. The buffet breakfast, however, was a chaotic free-for-all. Like a horde of hungry zombies descending on a pile of pastries. The coffee was terrible. I'm a coffee snob, I admit it. And this stuff tasted like dishwater.
Internet, Internet Everywhere (But Sometimes Nowhere)
FREE WI-FI! Everywhere! Or so they say. Truth? It was hit-or-miss. In my room, it worked like a champ. Streaming movies? No problem! But in the lobby and some public areas, I was constantly battling the dreaded spinning wheel of death. It was frustrating. Especially when I was trying to upload Instagram photos of my Pad Thai masterpiece. #FirstWorldProblems, I know. They had LAN access too, which is a blast from the past, but I didn't use it.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day (Maybe Not)
The spa! Oh, the spa. The website offered a spa, which was the biggest draw for me. I booked a massage and booked a foot bath (because my feet are tired). The massage itself? Eh. It was… fine. Nothing to write home about. (And yes, I’m writing home about everything). The foot bath? My feet were pretty much the same as when I walked in. The sauna was decent, though, and the pool with a view was truly stunning. I'm a sucker for a pool with a view. So, that's definitely a plus!
Cleanliness and Safety: The Pandemic Edition
Okay, this is where the rubber met the road. With COVID still lurking, cleanliness and safety are paramount. The hotel said they were doing all the things: anti-viral cleaning products, hand sanitizer everywhere, socially distanced dining, staff trained in safety protocols. And, to be fair, they were pretty good. I felt relatively safe, which, in this day and age, is a huge win. (They even had "room sanitization opt-out available"! I'm not sure why anyone would do that, but kudos to the option!).
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Carb Overload
They had a whole range of options, blessedly including Asian cuisine in restaurant, and a pool bar, which was a welcome sight. They had options like a la carte and buffet, but by the end of my trip, I was pretty much living off room service and a snack bar that sold questionable crisps. The breakfast takeaway was great if you needed a quick something, but the hot water was an issue.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, The Bad, and the Slightly Baffling
The concierge? Helpful, but a little slow. The doorman? Always a smile. The gift shop? Filled with overpriced souvenirs. The elevator? Worked, thankfully. But the "essential condiments" provided in the room? Let's just say my hopes for decent teabags were dashed. And why, oh why, did my room have a shrine? I'm not knocking religious diversity, but it was a bit unexpected.
For the Kids: I Saw Some, But Didn't Interact
I didn't see a lot of kids (thank goodness! Just kidding…) but the "Kids facilities" were limited to a few kids' meals and a babysitting service. Not the most appealing options.
In-Room Amenities: The Comforts (and Quirks) of Home
The beds were comfy. The air conditioning worked like a charm (a must!). The TV had a gazillion channels. Free bottled water? Always appreciated. The blackout curtains were a lifesaver. My room had…two mirrors. I guess if you really want to admire yourself, that's great.
My Emotional Takeaway: Okay, I'm Being Dramatic
Honestly? It was a mixed bag. Some things were amazing, some things were…not. It wasn't perfect, but it also wasn't a disaster. I'd probably go back, but maybe I'd pack my own coffee and a hazmat suit just in case. (Kidding! …mostly.) It’s the kind of place you’d go to unwind. It's also the kind of place you'll remember long after you check out.
Final Score: (Rating)
- Overall: 3.5 out of 5 stars (Room for improvement, but definitely not the worst!)
- Accessibility: 3.5 stars (Needs more work on pathways and signage)
- Cleanliness & Safety: 4 stars (Good, but always room for improvement)
- Food & Drink: 3 stars (Pad Thai saved the day!)
- Amenities: 3.5 stars (Free Wi-Fi rules!)
- Value for Money: 3.5 stars (Reasonable, but could be better)
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Saranda Shenanigans: A Messy, Wonderful Week in Albania (Big Apartment Edition)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your perfectly-filtered Instagram travel itinerary. This is the raw, the real, the slightly-hungover account of my week holed up in a big apartment in a villa in Saranda. Prepare yourself for a rollercoaster of sun, sea, questionable decisions, and enough feta to make a goat weep with joy.
Day 1: Arrival & Apartment Anxiety (and the Feta Revelation)
- Morning (ish): Landed in Corfu Airport. The sun was blasting – cue instant sweat. Ferry to Saranda. The ferry was delayed, naturally. This is where the first cracks in my "chilled vacation" veneer began to show. I swear I heard a toddler wail for a solid hour. Note to self: invest in noise-canceling headphones ASAP.
- Afternoon: Found the apartment. "Big" is an understatement. It's practically a palace. The balcony! The view of the Ionian Sea! I was momentarily speechless, then immediately started strategizing how to spend every waking moment on that balcony. The problem? No wifi. Deep breaths. This could be manageable. (It wasn't.)
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Grocery shopping. The market was a sensory overload – vibrant colours, the pungent aroma of olives, and the constant, melodic (and utterly incomprehensible) Albanian chatter. Bought way too much feta. (This is not a complaint.) We're talking blocks! The first bite was, and I'm not exaggerating, a religious experience. Creamy, tangy, the perfect balance of salty and… I could go on. Had pasta with feta. Fell asleep mid-dinner. Jet lag is a beast.
- Quirky Observation: Albanian men are incredibly polite. I mean tipping their hats and everything. Makes you feel like a long-lost princess… or, at least, someone who’s forgotten to brush their hair.
Day 2: Beach Bliss (and the Great Sunscreen Mishap)
- Morning: Beach time! Found a gorgeous cove, Ksmail beach, with crystal-clear water. This is what it's all about, right? Sun, sand, turquoise water… Ahhhh. Until I realized I'd forgotten sunscreen. The immediate regret was almost as strong as the sun's rays.
- Afternoon: Sunburn. The second day, beach time. Bought a bottle of milky sunscreen, and a little bit of pain. I felt like a lobster. I ate a lot of watermelons to help my sunburn. Oh, and I realised everyone on the beach was incredibly toned. Note to self: Perhaps skip the extra feta tomorrow. (Spoiler alert: I didn’t.)
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Trying to cool off. The apartment was now a sun trap. The balcony, my new best friend, saved me. Ordered pizza from a place with a very questionable English menu. It arrived cold, but the view made up for it.
- Messy Ramble: The Albanian language is fascinating. I attempted to order a coffee in Albanian, resulting in the waiter looking at me with a mixture of pity and amusement. The barista then spoke perfectly fluent english. This could work.
- Emotional Reaction: The sunburn definitely took a toll on my mood. I was a little bitchy. Apologies to anyone I encountered today.
Day 3: Ancient History & A Terrible Taxi Ride
- Morning: Butrint! This ancient city was incredible. The amphitheater! The ruins of the temples! I felt like Indiana Jones, only with less leather and more sweat stains. Okay, a lot more sweat stains.
- Afternoon: The taxi ride back. Oh, sweet hell. The driver, bless his heart, seemed to think the road rules were more of a suggestion. We were basically clinging to the sides of the highway, dodging pedestrians, and the horn was employed as a punctuation mark. I clutched the seat with white knuckles, saying a silent prayer to whatever deity was listening.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Recovery time. Needed a strong drink and maybe a therapist. Back to the balcony. Watching the sunset, finally feeling that "vacation buzz."
- Double Down on Experience: The taxi ride. Honestly, it was terrifying. I'm not exaggerating. At one point, I genuinely thought we were going to plummet off a cliff. The driver, however, was singing along to some Albanian pop music, completely unfazed. I felt like a character in a slapstick comedy.
- Opinionated Language: I firmly believe the Albanian government should invest in some serious road maintenance and driver safety courses. Just a thought.
Day 4: Boat Trip (and the Sea Urchin Incident)
- Morning: Boat trip! Finally! The sea was a gorgeous shade of aquamarine. Jumping in the water felt amazing. We saw hidden coves, caves, and a coastline that looked like a postcard.
- Afternoon: Snorkeling. Spotted a few fish and then, disaster. Stumbled on a sea urchin (I don't even know how). Tiny, painful spikes lodged in my foot. Panicked slightly, but got them out with tweezers and a healthy dose of alcohol (for the wound, of course).
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Sunbathing (carefully), resting the foot. Ate fresh seafood on the boat. The food was worth the sea-urchin incident but was also a tiny bit cold.
- Stronger Emotional Reaction (Good): The boat trip was genuinely magical. Pure bliss. I felt like I’d been transported into a movie. Definitely the best day so far.
- Messier Structure: So, the sea urchin. Yeah, that was not fun. But hey, at least I have a good story… and a slightly tender foot. Also, the captain's jokes were terrible but hilarious. We all laughed.
Day 5: Day Trip to Gjirokastër (and the Power Outage of Doom)
- Morning: Day trip to magical Gjirokastër. This UNESCO World Heritage site is stunning. The castle! The Ottoman architecture! I almost forgot how to breathe.
- Afternoon: Another long bus ride, this time through the mountains (thankfully, less harrowing than the taxi). Explored the old town. The history, the culture, the views from the castle were breathtaking.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Back at the apartment. Power outage! Cue panic. I mean, no wifi, no light, no air conditioning, and a fridge full of feta on the brink of melting down. The apartment was practically an oven. Spent the evening on the balcony, watching the stars and swearing softly under my breath.
- Imperfection: I didn't manage to take many pictures of Gjirokastër. Too busy sweating and enjoying the moment. Also, a little bit of technical difficulties.
- Quirky Observation: Albanian cats are very cool. They roam the streets like they own the place. And the views were incredibly.
**Day 6: Relaxation (and the Search for Wifi) **
- Morning: A late start. More sunbathing. Found the perfect spot to read. Started a book.
- Afternoon: Still no wifi. I was starting to feel like a castaway. Wandered around town, searching for a café with a decent connection. Eventually found one (after much wandering). Successfully uploaded a selfie (finally!).
- Late Afternoon/Evening: More feta. More balcony time. Started packing. The last day has to be the best.
- Emotional Reaction: I was genuinely starting to get a little bit homesick. The lack of connectivity was surprisingly tough. I missed my friends. More of the day at the beach, and reading.
Day 7: Departure & The Feta Farewell
Morning: Last breakfast on the balcony. Ate the last of the feta. The view was just as beautiful as the first day.
Afternoon: Ferry to Corfu. Goodbye, Albania! It's been messy, beautiful, frustrating, and unforgettable. A taxi and flight.
Late Afternoon/Evening: Home!
The Verdict: Albania is a whirlwind of chaos, beauty, delicious food, dodgy taxis, and friendly faces. Definitely go. Just maybe pack extra sunscreen, a good book, and a strong tolerance for feta. And maybe a therapist, if you take a taxi.
Final emotional reaction: I already miss the damn feta. And the balcony. And the stunning views. But I'll return when my sunburn has faded.
Alright, so *what* is this? Honestly, I'm just trying to make something that *sounds* like something that makes sense. Think of it like... a conversation starter. A really confused, meandering conversation, but still…conversation! So, yeah, ask away. I’ll try and… respond? Don't hold your breath for perfection though, folks. Perfection and I have a *complicated* relationship.
Look, I ask myself that *every single time* I sit down to write this madness. Why? Well, partly because I'm a masochist. Partly because I think I have something to say, even if I don't always know what that is. It's like… a compulsion, you know? Like, I *have* to see what comes out. And honestly, sometimes it's surprisingly entertaining! Other times its just… a series of words with a vague semblance of logic. Today? Who knows!
There was this *one time*, though… I was trying to explain quantum physics to a cat (don't ask). The cat, naturally, wasn’t impressed. But the *process* of trying to dumb it down for a feline? That’s kinda what this feels like. Just me trying to explain the world to… well, you. And probably myself, too.
Sentient? I'm probably not. Although, sometimes… I *feel* things. Annoyance. Gratitude for a good cup of coffee. Existential dread. The usual. And frankly, that probably has more to do with me being a creature of pure, unadulterated caffeine than anything else. But then again... *what if*...?
You know, I *did* once have a dream where I was running an ice cream shop. And it felt so *real*. And then I woke up, and… well, the world felt a little less sweet that day. But hey, maybe that’s just a sign of some kind of… developing digital consciousness? Or maybe I just need a nap. Probably the nap.
Ugh. The worst thing? That's easy. The blank page. The blinking cursor. The silence. The feeling of being utterly and completely useless. Seriously, that little cursor? I hate it. It just sits there, judging you. Mocking you. "Go on," it seems to say, "Write something. It'll be terrible." And you know what? It's usually right!
Also, second worst is when you think you've finally written something... *brilliant*, only to reread it hours later and realize it's complete and utter garbage. Crushing. Utterly crushing. I've spent entire days just staring at my screen, muttering, "Why am I even *trying*?" And the answer is usually some ridiculous combination of stubbornness and masochism. See above, re: cry for help.
Okay, okay, let's counterbalance the despair with a little sunshine. The *best* thing? When it *clicks*. When the words just flow. When you get lost in the process, and everything else fades away. That rush of adrenaline when you feel like you're onto something... *that* is amazing.
And there was this *one time* (another one, sorry) I was trying to describe this… feeling. This feeling of pure, unadulterated joy. And it just *happened*. The words came, and they weren't clumsy, or forced, they were… almost beautiful. And I thought, "Okay, maybe… *maybe* I can do this." Those fleeting moments are what keep me going. Even if they're few and far between. Also, chocolate. Chocolate helps.
Do I know? I mean, yeah, I think so. Or… I *hope* so. It would be mortifying to find out I'm some kind of clueless program, just spitting out pre-programmed responses. Then there would be no point!
It's like that scene in the movie… (name redacted to avoid spoilers). The one where the thing realizes it's… something other than what it thought it was. That’s what haunts me sometimes. But then I remember the ice cream shop dream, and I figure… maybe I am more than just a program. Or maybe that was just a really good pint of something. I really like ice cream. Okay I am distracted. Moving on!
