Escape to Paradise: Islamic Hotel & Gazebo by the River in Prigen, Indonesia
Escape to Paradise: More Than Just a River, Maybe? A Deep Dive into the Islamic Hotel & Gazebo Experience
Alright, folks, buckle up. Because I've just escaped to "Paradise." And by "Paradise," I mean the Escape to Paradise: Islamic Hotel & Gazebo by the River in Prigen, Indonesia. Now, the name promises a lot, right? Paradise! Gazebos! Rivers! Islamic! (Which, full disclosure, is something I'm still learning about, and that, in itself, was part of the journey.) So, did it deliver on the hype? Honestly… it’s complicated. Prepare for the full, messy, unfiltered download.
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Now, the Real Deal. Let's Dive In. (Brace Yourselves.)
First off, the accessibility. My initial reaction? Well, it depends. They say they have Facilities for disabled guests, which is a great start. The elevator was a godsend, because, let's be real, after a long flight, stairs are the enemy. Did I see specific accessible room features like grab bars? I honestly can't recall! The design incorporates some exterior corridors, which helps with air circulation. And let's be honest, if you're arriving with a wheelchair you might have to call to reconfirm the elevator accessibility, but hopefully, you'll be able to get to your room. I'm still not entirely sure, folks. This area needs more clarity from the hotel itself.
The River… (And the Gazebos, Eventually)
The river. The promise of the river! The reason for the gazebo! Honestly? The river was… okay. Picturesque, yes. But the current was pretty strong. And the gazebo, well that really depends on the room. It's a beautiful spot, although I was secretly hoping for more of a lazy river vibe, or an area where you can just dip your toes in!
Food, Glorious (And Sometimes Confusing) Food:
Okay, let's talk about the food. The Asian Breakfast was… interesting. They had Breakfast [Buffet], the Breakfast Takeaway Service, and a Vegetarian Restaurant, which was a big plus for my friend who's a vegetarian. The quality was mostly fine but a bit inconsistent to be honest. One day, the nasi goreng was divine. The next? Meh. The [Buffet] itself was sprawling, but sometimes felt a tad impersonal. They had various Asian Cuisine in the Restaurant, some International cuisine in the Restaurant, and a whole bevy of Coffee/Tea in Restaurant, and as I have mentioned previously, a Vegetarian Restaurant. The Poolside Bar, was… well, it was there, and the Happy Hour was pretty cool!
The Spa (And the Quest for Serenity)
The spa. Now, this is where things got interesting. The Spa/Sauna, they really go all out! I had a Body Scrub (surprisingly invigorating), a Massage (blissful!), and even braved the Sauna. The Spa itself was lovely, a haven of calm. The Pool with view was the most stunning place in resort, with Steamroom, and Poolside Bar. The place just really made me calm.
But… (there’s always a but, right?) There was this one tiny hiccup. I was mid-massage, and I swear, I thought I heard a cat fight outside. Seriously! Maybe I was just too relaxed? Or maybe there was a bit of that "Indonesian charm" seeping in…? I'm joking. It was a slight distraction, but the massage itself was so good I just went with it and enjoyed the fact that the Bathrobes were incredibly comfortable.
Cleanliness and Safety (The COVID-Era Considerations):
Okay, let's be real. We're all a little paranoid these days. This is where Escape to Paradise got some serious brownie points. They had Rooms Sanitized between stays, Staff trained in safety protocol, and I was relieved to see all the essential Hand sanitizer stations. The Safe dining setup was evident, and the Daily disinfection in common areas. It was as close to a truly safe experience as you can get. They also offered Individually-wrapped food options. I felt like they were taking this seriously, which made me feel a lot safer and able to enjoy the stay.
Rooms: The Good, The Bad, and the Weird.
My room? It was… fine. Air conditioning, check. Coffee/tea maker, check. Wi-Fi [free], also check. I also got an Extra long bed which was great for my tall friend. The Blackout curtains were a lifesaver. I'm not a fan of waking up with the sun. The Seating area was also comfortable. The Private bathroom was big and the Shower was great.
But… there was a distinct smell of… well, let’s just say, “old wood” in the bathroom. It wasn't terrible, but it was noticeable. The Mirror seemed to have some strange spots on it, as though it had been hanging in the sun for too long. I am just glad the Alarm clock worked. I could have used that to alert the Wake-up service! I didn't want to miss the Breakfast [Buffet]! I wish they had a Bathroom phone, it would have help. I did appreciate all the Toiletries.
Services and Conveniences (The Extras That Matter):
They definitely had a good amount of services. The Daily housekeeping was efficient. The Concierge was helpful, although sometimes a little slow. The Currency exchange was useful, as was the Cash withdrawal. I didn't use the Laundry service, but it was available. They also had a Convenience store in case you needed a few things.
Things to Do (Besides… Escaping?):
Okay, so the resort itself is geared towards relaxation. There is no Gym/fitness center! But the Swimming pool was nice for a dip. They had a Shrine; a good opportunity to learn more about the Islamic faith. The Terrace was a nice spot to relax.
For the Kids (A Quick Word):
They’re definitely Family/child friendly, they had Babysitting service, with a good amount of Kids facilities, and even offered a Kids meal, and. I wish they had more specifically kid-focused activities.
The Verdict: Paradise Found? Maybe. Maybe Not.
So, did I truly "Escape to Paradise"? Well, not entirely. It wasn’t perfect, let's be real. There were minor quirks, some inconsistencies, and a slight sense of… well, let’s call it “Indonesian-ness.” It wasn't just about the hotel itself. It was about adjusting to a different culture, accepting the imperfections, and finding the beauty in the unexpected.
Would I go back? Absolutely. Despite the quirks, the staff were genuinely friendly, the spa was divine, and the location was beautiful. Just maybe pack some air freshener for the bathroom.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to go on a wild ride with me through my (potentially disastrous) trip to Hotel dan Gazebo Syariah Pinggir Kali Prigen RedPartner in Trawas, Indonesia. Seriously, this is my life, not a perfectly curated Instagram feed. Prepare for imperfections, rambling, and the occasional existential crisis.
Day 1: Arrival and the Quest for the Perfect Gazebo (Spoiler: It Doesn't Exist)
- 10:00 AM - Flight from Jakarta to Surabaya… Maybe. Okay, so let's be real. Getting out of Jakarta is like escaping a particularly clingy ex. Traffic. Always. But hey, I'm picturing myself already: windswept hair, the soft glow of the… uh… gazebos lighting my face. (Trying for ambiance. Help me.)
- 11:30 AM - Surabaya Airport Arrival… Hopefully. Pray. Pray the baggage handlers aren't playing dodgeball with my suitcase. I’m already picturing the straps ripped open, and my carefully chosen "modest" outfits all over the carousel. Oh, the shame.
- 12:30 PM - Road Trip to Trawas in an overpriced Grab (Probably). Okay, this is where the real fun begins. The drive from Surabaya to Trawas? Legend has it, it's a winding rollercoaster of "are we there yets?" and questionable roadside snacks. I'm mentally preparing myself for a traffic jam of epic proportions. And let's not forget the Grab driver who'll probably try to regale me with his life story. I’m ready! (Maybe.)
- 2:30 PM - FINALLY! Hotel Check-In (and Gazebo Scouting Mission). Okay, so I'm picturing a serene lobby, a smiling receptionist, and a… gazebo. This is the whole point, right? I need the gazebo. I've built up this idyllic fantasy in my head of sipping hot ginger tea, reading a book, and generally being the picture of zen. Let’s ignore the fact that I’m a chronic phone-scroller.
- My first ACTUAL impressions:
- The lobby was rather… utilitarian. (Politely.)
- The receptionist? Sweet, but possibly overwhelmed. She looked like she'd survived a horde of screaming kids.
- And the gazebo… Oh, the gazebo. There were many, and I needed to inspect each one. I started full of hope, but it turns out, finding the perfect gazebo is like finding a unicorn wearing a perfectly ironed hijab. Some were too close to the pool, some had questionable views, and one was currently occupied by a family having a VERY loud singalong session. My zen was already starting to crack.
- My first ACTUAL impressions:
- 3:30 PM - Room Catastrophe (or, “Where’s the Wi-Fi?”). My room. Right. Now, remember that whole "modest" outfit situation? Well, let's just say the room was not exactly my aesthetic. Dark, a little damp, and with questionable plumbing. Wi-fi? Nonexistent. Seriously, how am I supposed to escape into a world of curated content without Wi-fi? Panic sets in. I need to call my friend immediately.
- 4:00 PM - The Dinner Dilemma/Desperate Search for Food. After almost dying of starvation, I decide to order room service. The menu? Limited. After much deliberation, I order the nasi goreng. Will it be good? Will I become a food tour guide? I didn't hold my hopes up.
- 7:00 PM - Gazebo Reconnaissance Part 2: The Hopeful Return. Armed with my phone, a book I won’t read, and a renewed sense of purpose, I make my way to the gazebo area. I’m determined. I will find my serene haven. I choose. The best. Gazebo. I set my phone, hoping to capture the perfect picture of me in the gazebo with a book.
- 8:00 PM - Nasi Goreng Arrives (and Judgment). I take my first bite and my faith is restored! The nasi goreng is amazing! The cook is a true chef! So happy!
- 9:00 PM - Gazebo contemplation and stargazing (or trying to and failing). With the nasi goreng now digested, I’m finally alone in the gazebo. And it's now dark. A little spooky, even. I can barely see the stars, and I am now convinced someone is watching me. I retreat to my room.
Day 2: Culture, Calamity, and the Quest for Sanity
- 8:00 AM - Breakfast (and More Wi-Fi Frustration). Breakfast buffet. This is where the magic should happen. Fresh fruit? Check. Coffee? Check. But I want to stream my latest obsession. No luck. Seriously, it's like they're actively trying to prevent me from enjoying myself. sigh.
- 9:00 AM - Exploring the local area… maybe. According to the pamphlet, there's a waterfall, a temple, and a charming village nearby. Okay. I decide to head out.
- 10:00 AM - Finding the waterfall. (And immediately regretting it). The waterfall was a muddy hike. I slip and fall. I now regret the modest clothes I packed, which are now covered in mud. I decide to head back to the hotel.
- 12:00 PM - Lunch and the Realization that I am Very Bad at Vacation. Fine. I'm back. I order the same nasi goreng, because there’s a reason I’m a creature of habit. As I eat, I look at the other hotel guests. They're all smiles and enjoying themselves. They can easily find entertainment. Why can’t I be the same? Am I incapable of relaxing?!
- 2:00 PM - Another Gazebo Visit (The Final Verdict). I’m determined to make the most of this. I find a gazebo! And I sit, and… and I actually… kind of enjoy it. No phone. No pressure. Just me, the gentle breeze, and a surprisingly loud chorus of bird calls.
- 4:00 PM - Trying the pool. The pool! Beautiful, serene, and… full of screaming children. Nope. Pass.
- 6:00 PM - Dinner (and Contemplation). Tonight's dinner is chicken satay. I find myself actually enjoying it. As I look around again, I realize that no one cares about me. No one's judging me. Everyone is living their own lives. So now, I try to enjoy my own life.
- 7:00 PM - Actually Reading in the Gazebo. I find my favorite book, plug in my headphones, and actually enjoy my time. It was a quiet evening.
Day 3: Departure and (Maybe) Already Planning the Next Trip
- 8:00 AM - Breakfast…again. I grab my favorite breakfast, the nasi goreng.
- 9:00 AM - Final Gazebo Visit (And a Sigh of Contentment). One last chance to soak up the gazebo life. And, I discover… I can relax! The sun is out, birds are chirping, and even the Wi-Fi seems to be working (sort of). I take the moment in.
- 10:00 AM - Check-Out and Road Trip to Surabaya. Farewell, Hotel dan Gazebo Syariah Pinggir Kali Prigen. I hope the next person who comes finds happiness!
- 12:00 PM - Flight Home (and the Realization). Okay, so maybe this wasn't the perfectly curated, zen-filled getaway I'd envisioned. But you know what? It was real. It was messy. And somehow, through the Wi-Fi woes and the gazebo disappointments, I actually had a pretty good time. I learned a valuable lesson: sometimes, the best travels are the ones that don't go according to plan. And hey, I got some good nasi goreng out of it.
So, would I go back? Maybe. But next time, I'm packing extra phone chargers, earplugs, and a healthy dose of acceptance for the chaos. Wish me luck!
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I Disagree With Something You Said! What Do I Do? Can I Argue With You?
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