Siargao's BEST Queen Bed Getaway: Room #3 Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the surf break of Siargao and, more specifically, the promised land that is Siargao's BEST Queen Bed Getaway: Room #3 Awaits! And let me tell you, after spending… well, let's just say a significant chunk of time there, I've got some thoughts. Not all of them are sunshine and rainbows, mind you, but they’re real. Expect a messy, meandering, opinionated, and hopefully hilarious review. This isn't some sterile travel brochure; this is my brutally honest experience.
First Impressions, the Bare Essentials (and the Stuff They Don't Tell You):
Okay, so you're picturing paradise, right? Turquoise water, swaying palms, and… well, Room #3. Getting there is half the battle. Accessibility? Hmm. Let's just say this isn't exactly designed for a wheelchair marathon. There are steps. Lots of them. While I didn't specifically need wheelchair access, I noticed the layout wasn't the most friendly for anyone with mobility issues. So, yeah, accessibility gets a "needs improvement" from me. However, they DO offer Airport transfer, which is a godsend after the long flight and bumpy roads. Bonus points for that!
Cleanliness and Safety: The Anxiety-Inducing Truth (and, Thankfully, What They Got Right):
I'm a bit of a germaphobe, especially post-pandemic. So, on arrival, the Hand sanitizer stations and the sight of those Anti-viral cleaning products gave me a small sigh of relief. I was pleased to see they did the Daily disinfection in common areas, but the real test was the room itself. Let me be real, the bathroom, particularly the shower, wasn’t sparkling—needed a bit of a deep clean. But, they do promise Rooms sanitized between stays and Professional-grade sanitizing services. They even offer Room sanitization opt-out available if you want to go full-on "organic". And that's a plus. They also have Fire extinguisher installed and CCTV in common areas and Security [24-hour]. The presence of Doctor/nurse on call is also a plus, though thankfully did not need them.
The Room Itself: Room #3 Beckons (and Holds Some Secrets):
Now, about Room #3… it's a Queen Bed Getaway, alright. And it's got a lot going for it! The Queen bed, was incredibly comfy – no complaints there. I slept like a log. The Blackout curtains are a necessity for those sunrise surfers getting off their boards early. There's Air conditioning, thank the heavens (it gets hot in Siargao!). I also loved the Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! The Wi-Fi [free] was generally reliable, which I’ll discuss later. The Desk was perfect for some work, though the Laptop workspace was tight, but functional. The Mirror was a good size, and the Hair dryer got the job done.
But, let's get into the gritty details. The bathroom in Room #3… well, it was functional. The shower was a bit cramped, and let's just say the water pressure wasn’t exactly a fire hose. There wasn’t a lot of space to put your stuff. It had Shower, with Towels. The Additional toilet was great which added to the convenience. The Complimentary tea and the Coffee/tea maker were a welcome touch, especially for those early mornings. The Refrigerator was a lifesaver for keeping drinks cold. The Non-smoking policy helped a lot.
The Big Problem (and Why I'm Adding This Section):
Listen, I'm usually pretty easygoing, but I need to be brutally honest here. My biggest issue was the noise. The Soundproofing could be better. I could hear EVERYTHING - people chatting in the hallways, surfboards being dragged across the sand at 6 am, and, for some bizarre reason, a persistent rooster. So pack earplugs, people. Seriously.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Delicious Adventure (Mostly):
This is where things get interesting. The Restaurants include options for Asian and International cuisine and the food was delicious, particularly the seafood. I can't say there was a particular Vegetarian restaurant but the choices were great for me. They do Breakfast [buffet], and I must say, it was a good one. I'm talking Asian breakfast, Western breakfast – the works. All the elements, including Coffee/tea in restaurant, were there.
The Poolside bar was a godsend. Sipping a cocktail while swimming? Pure bliss. The Happy hour deals were decent. I also enjoyed the Snack bar for a quick bite. I tried a Salad in restaurant, and it was perfect. I found Bottle of water in the room and in the dining area. They offer Room service [24-hour], which is handy if you're feeling lazy. The A la carte in restaurant option gave me an even wider choice.
Things To Do and Ways to Relax: Bliss (and Some Room for Improvement):
Siargao isn't exactly a place where you're going to be bored. The hotel offers a Swimming pool [outdoor] which is great for a quick dip, but it isn’t the most inviting. There is a Gym/fitness center, but I didn't feel like working out so I can’t comment. However, the promise of a Massage was what sold me, and it was heavenly! The spa wasn't particularly fancy, but the massage therapist was amazing. Beyond that you could order a Body wrap, or a Body scrub, which I didn’t try.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the "Meh":
They offer a lot of basic services from the Daily housekeeping, Laundry service and a Luggage storage. They have a Concierge to help with everything. The Currency exchange was a nice touch. But I need to mention a small inconvenience. The Wi-Fi for special events wasn't as good as the other Wi-Fi in the establishment.
The Car park [free of charge] was convenient. The Doorman were friendly and always helpful. They also arranged Daily housekeeping. The absence of a Babysitting service meant I couldn’t give a great review, however.
For the Little Ones: Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal, Babysitting service:
I didn't bring any kids, but I noticed the place is very Family/child friendly. I didn't see facilities for kids or kids meal, or much of a Babysitting service. So, if you travel with little ones, be sure to confirm the options before booking.
The Bottom Line: Should You Book?
Look, Siargao's BEST Queen Bed Getaway: Room #3 Awaits! isn't perfect. But it's got a lot going for it. It's clean, relatively safe, with a great location. The staff are friendly, the food is delicious, and the massages are divine. The noise, however, can be a killer.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your glossy brochure itinerary. This is my Siargao diary, starting from – you guessed it – the ridiculously comfy room #3 with the queen bed, in the heart of a place that's stolen a huge chunk of my soul. And trust me, it's got drama written all over it.
Siargao Island: A Messy Love Story - 10 Days of Sunburns, Surfing Fails, and Questionable Decisions
Day 1: Arrival – Paradise Lost (and Found in a Hammock)
- Morning (or whenever the hell you manage to wake up after a red-eye to Manila): Touching down in Sayak Airport. Okay, "airport" might be a generous term. Think more like a shed with an airstrip, and you're getting closer. The heat hits you like a physical thing. Instantly, you're sweating. Welcome to the tropics!
- Afternoon: Finding Room #3 at [Name of place, insert it if you know it or a generic name if you don't, as it is a fictional place]. The moment I walked in, I knew I was home. That queen-sized bed? So inviting and cozy. The a/c was working. It was not paradise, but close enough. Decided to claim the hammock on the porch as my official relaxation station. Spent a good two hours just swinging, watching the coconuts sway, and feeling the jet lag melt away. This is what it meant to be at peace.
- Evening: My first meal in Siargao: a bowl of ridiculously fresh seafood laksa from a tiny warung down the street. It was so good. I tried to eat with a fork, but the noodles defeated me. Ended up slurping like a local. Dinner was a total win. Finished the night with a questionable decision - trying to learn a few basic Tagalog phrases. I'm pretty sure I ended saying "Where's the toilet?" instead of "Good evening" more than once. Whoops!
Day 2: Surfing 101 (or, How I Became a Human Buoy)
- Morning: Sunrise surf lesson at Cloud 9! This is it, the legendary wave. I was pretty sure I knew how the ocean work. This turned out to be a tragic miscalculation. My instructor, a local dude named Javi, was wonderfully patient. He kept telling me to "paddle, paddle, paddle!" I paddled. I paddle hard. I got up… for about two seconds. Then wave after wave crashed over me. I swallowed enough saltwater to fill a small lake and probably looked like a drowned rat. But here's the thing: it was also unbelievably FUNNY.
- Afternoon: Back to Room #3 for a cold shower to wash of all the salt and to patch-work my ego. My muscles were screaming. My arms felt like they were going to fall off. I was a mess. But I could also barely stop smiling. Siargao was already working its magic.
- Evening: Fish tacos and sunset cocktails at a beach bar. Witnessed the most gorgeous sunset I'd ever seen. Pink and orange hues painted the sky. It made up for all the surfing humiliation, at least. Talked to some other travelers. It turns out, everyone has a story.
Day 3: Island Hopping – A Boat Trip to Remember
- Morning: Woke up utterly covered in mosquito bites. Seriously, it looked like I'd wrestled a swarm. Slathered myself in anti-itch cream and headed out for an island hopping tour.
- Afternoon: Daku Island and Naked Island. Daku was postcard perfect. White sand, turquoise water, palm trees. We ate lunch on the beach – grilled fish, rice, more fresh stuff. It was unbelievably delicious. Naked Island was… well, naked. Just a strip of sand in the middle of the ocean. Fantastic for photos and for feeling incredibly small in the grand scheme of things. The boat ride back to the mainland? Rough. I got seasick, so to make the boat feel like it was not rocking, I close my eyes and told a silly story to make me happy.
- Evening: Dinner was at a fancy-ish place with live music. It was good, but I kept feeling like I was overdressed and out of place. The mosquito bites were still the main show.
Day 4: The Motorcycle Debacle (and the Value of Band-Aids)
- Morning: Rented a motorbike. This might have been a mistake. I'm not exactly a biker. I was pretty sure I could handle it. Famous. Last. Words.
- Mid-morning: Trying to drive on the wrong side of the road. I almost crashed into a coconut vendor! I somehow avoided disaster and kept telling myself to relax. But, I was so tense I was starting to sweat.
- Afternoon: At the end of all the bad things, I did have a blast. I drove through rice paddies, past friendly locals who waved and smiled. I made it back in one piece but slightly bruised. The whole experience ended with a nasty scrape on my knee. Learned the importance of carrying band-aids. And the real value of a good insurance policy.
- Evening: Found my way back to Room #3, feeling exhausted and slightly defeated. Ordered room service, which consisted of the biggest plate of fries I'd ever seen. They tasted heavenly.
Day 5: Cloud 9 – Chasing the Stoked Locals
- Morning: Back to Cloud 9. This time, just to watch. The pros were out there, carving up the waves with effortless grace. I sat on the boardwalk, sipping a coconut, and just watched them. Absolute perfection. It was inspiring, in a "maybe I'll just stick to watching" kind of way.
- Afternoon: Started practicing yoga at my hammock. It felt great, but I was so stiff from the surfing that it was more like a slow-motion struggle than a relaxing mindful experience. At least, I enjoyed the cool wind, so I did not give up.
- Evening: Tried a cooking class. I learned how to make adobo. It was delicious! And surprisingly easy. I even managed to impress myself.
- Evening: A walk to the market. This was a wonderful time to look at local life. I wanted to bring a few things, but there was a problem. I was running out of space in my bag.
Day 6: Lagoon Adventures and Existential Thoughts
- Morning: Explored Magpupungko Rock Pools. Beautiful! The bluest water you've ever seen. Spent a few hours swimming, laughing, and appreciating all the beauty around me.
- Afternoon: Sipping coffee in a local cafe. The place was small and intimate. A great escape from all the noise. After this, I went back to Room #3 and I spent a lot of time staring out the window, feeling the sun. Started to think about life. About what I wanted, what I was grateful for. Siargao did this to you. It made you slow down. Made you think.
- Evening: Dinner and drinks at a bar with live music. Met some genuine people who shared some tales. It felt good to make some real connections.
Day 7: The "Lost" Laundry and a Deep Dive
- Morning: Woke up and realized my laundry hadn't returned. (A word of warning! laundry services in Siargao are… well, they're on island time.)
- Afternoon: So, in desperation, I did it myself. Washed everything in the sink, but with no proper drying spots. My room ended up like a laundry room. I kept feeling that the heat was like a big hug trying to destroy my garments.
- Evening: Went to a secluded beach and watched the sun. A beautiful sunset. The sea was so calm, I felt so good.
Day 8: A Day of Rest (and Recovery)
- Morning: Slept in! Needed it. My body was still recovering from all the sun and surfing. The humidity was starting to feel almost oppressive. The mosquito bites were still itchy.
- Afternoon: Massages and a nap. Absolute bliss. I needed this. Seriously.
- Evening: Late-night snack of noodles and fruit in my room.
Day 9: Last Surfing Attempt (and Resignation)
- Morning: Back to Cloud 9. One last surf lesson. This time, I decided I'm going to take it easy. I accepted my fate as a beginner.
- Afternoon: Strolled around the town trying to buy little things for my friends and family.
- Evening: A farewell dinner with my travel friends. A mixture of happiness and sadness.
So, like, what *is* this whole thing even about? I'm confused already.
Alright, alright, settle down, Einstein. Honestly? I'm not entirely sure *what* this is about. Think of it as a… a verbal vomit of thoughts, feelings, memories, and probably way too many opinions. We're exploring something, and what that thing is, is gonna depend on what grabs me in the moment. Maybe it'll be about relationships. Maybe about bad TV shows. Maybe about the utter absurdity of grocery shopping. Who knows? I certainly don't. That's the *fun* part! It's like a choose-your-own-adventure where *I'm* the one choosing, and frankly, I'm a terrible decision-maker. Let's explore. I think...
Are you an expert? Should I trust what you say?
Expert? Oh, honey, *please*. The closest I've come to being an expert is in the fine art of procrastinating. Trust me? Absolutely not. I'm just a person, rambling into the void, fueled by caffeine and the desperate need to connect with… someone. So, yeah, take everything I say with a grain of salt, a fistful of skepticism, and maybe a healthy dose of eye-rolling. But hey, maybe *my* mess is relatable. Maybe my bad advice and poor ideas, will give you a chuckle and keep you up for a moment.
Okay, okay, I get it. But *why* are you doing this? What's the point?
Ah, the existential question of the hour! Honestly? I'm not sure. Maybe I'm trying to make sense of things. Maybe I'm bored. Maybe I secretly crave validation from strangers on the internet. (Shhh, don't tell anyone!) But seriously, maybe there *isn't* a point. Sometimes, you just gotta… y'know… *do* stuff. Let the words flow, see what happens. Is it therapeutic? I don't know. Probably not, given my track record. But again, maybe by me rambling, you get to laugh for a minute or two. (Also, my therapist told me to "express myself," and frankly, that's the closest I'm getting to doing what I'm told.)
What gets you really, really riled up? What’s your biggest pet peeve?
Oh, man, where do I *begin*? Okay, first off, people who chew with their mouths open. Seriously, it's a crime against humanity. Makes my blood boil. Like, I'm picturing one time, at a fancy restaurant, this guy, just *crunching* on his salad like a farm animal, and I swear, if I hadn't been on a date, I would have chucked my water glass at him. (I didn't, I'm not a *monster*... usually). Secondly, people who *mansplain*... ugh. *Shudders*. And then there's the whole "fake positivity" thing. Like, yes, I know the world is terrible, can we at least *acknowledge* that before we try to sell me crystals and the secret to happiness? Ugh. Okay, deep breaths. This is why I need therapy.
When was a time you lost it completely? Share us a good story!
Okay, this is gonna be embarrassing, but fine. There was this one time... *shame*...Okay, let's go back to college. I was working at a local coffee shop "for the experience", supposedly. This was the era of pumpkin spice everything. And people were *intense* about it. One day, this woman, wearing a velour tracksuit (remember those?) came in, and demanded a "pumpkin spice latte, extra whipped cream, and a side of existential dread… and make it snappy!" Yeah. I had two hours of sleep, and I was hungover. I just… snapped. I looked her dead in the eye and deadpanned, "Ma'am, we serve coffee. Existential dread is a DIY project." The manager *freaked*. I almost got fired, and I still feel a pang of guilt-slash-satisfaction when I remember it. But, you know, at the time, I was on 6 hours of sleep, and a caffeine comedown. I can not blame myself entirely.
What's something you absolutely *love*? And why?
Okay, let's switch gears to something positive. I *love* a good, rainy day, with a cup of coffee and a book. I love those moments when the world slows down to a crawl, and all the noise melts away. There's something about the sound of the rain that just… calms my soul. It's the perfect excuse to curl up on the couch and lose myself in another reality. And I really, really love my pets. They are the best. (Don't tell my dog I said that).
What are your hopes for the future? Be real with us.
Honestly? I hope I can figure out what the hell I'm doing. I hope I can pay my bills. Beyond that? I hope to see the world be a little bit kinder. You know I hope that our planet is habitable for future generations. I hope my dog doesn't eat my socks. My hopes are simple and complicated. It's a weird mix of big dreams and mundane anxieties, but isn't that what life is all about?
What's something you're trying to improve about yourself?
Well, where do I start? I'm trying to be more patient... yeah, that's a big one. I'm also working on not judging people so quickly. It's a process! It's a bit like when I was learning to make tiramisu. That was an absolute disaster. Like, coffee-soaked ladyfingers everywhere, cream cheese that somehow turned into a watery puddle... It was basically a metaphor for my life. But! I'm still trying. Slowly! It's about progress, not perfection, right? Or in my case, it's about making a mess, then slowly figuring out how to clean it up. And yes, that applies to both the tiramisu *and* my personality.
