Luxury Gunung Putri Escape: Abidin Room, Pinus Tower Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! Because we're diving headfirst into the swirling mists of… Luxury Gunung Putri Escape: Abidin Room, Pinus Tower Awaits! And I'm going to be brutally honest. Expect it to be a little… messy. And maybe a little obsessed with the bathrobes. Let's get this show on the (rather expensive) road.
First off, the basics. Accessibility: The website claims accessibility. They (maybe, probably) have an elevator (essential, right? Unless you love lung-busting climbs). But I’m always a bit wary unless I've rolled a wheelchair through myself. It's a good start, but I'd call ahead and grill them specifically about ramp gradients and bathroom grab bars. Wheelchair Accessible? Needs verification.
Alright, let’s get into the good stuff… or the stuff that made me swoon. The Rooms – Abidin Room in Pinus Tower. The website promises a lot. Let's see if they deliver on the essentials… Like a decent bathtub. (Important. Seriously.) Blackout curtains? Please. Air conditioning? Pray it's not a rusty, groaning beast. Free Wi-Fi? YES! (Especially when you're judging bathrobes, a real litmus test). Complimentary tea and coffee maker? Essential for recovering from the sheer exhaustion of… well, being on holiday. And a refrigerator! Because who wants warm beer? And the bathrobes… I’m already dreaming of them. Soft, fluffy, enveloping… I can already feel them, wrapping me in a cloud of blissful… okay, I need to calm down. I need to get a grip.
Internet: They say free Wi-Fi in all rooms. (Hallelujah!) Internet [LAN]… well, that’s a relic, unless you’re a hardcore gamer. The website says Internet services are available which is a little vague.
Cleanliness and safety: Look, in this day and age, this is the absolute priority. Anti-viral cleaning products? Good. Daily disinfection in common areas? Excellent. Hand sanitizer? Crucial. Individual-wrapped food options? Smart. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter? Necessary. Room sanitization opt-out available? Interesting (and a bit eco-conscious). Rooms sanitized between stays? Essential. Staff trained in safety protocol? Better. Sterilizing equipment? Better still. But the real test? Did they ACTUALLY do it? I'd be looking for signs of thoroughness – shiny surfaces, no dust bunnies, and a general sense of… cleanliness. Honestly, that’s the #1 thing I care about at the moment.
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Restaurants. Several, apparently. A la carte in restaurant, Asian cuisine, Western cuisine… the usual suspects. Bar? Thank the heavens. Coffee/tea in restaurant? More coffee, please. Happy hour? YES. Poolside bar? Double YES. Breakfast [buffet]? I love a buffet. But I'm also… wary. I'm hoping for more than sad scrambled eggs and lukewarm bacon. I'm hoping for FRESH. Breakfast takeaway service? Brilliant! Because sometimes, you just want to eat your breakfast in your bathrobe. And the all important Bottle of water.
Things to do and ways to relax: Okay, here’s where it gets interesting. Fitness center? Cool. Gym/fitness? Same thing? Massage? YES. Pool with view? Now we’re talking. Also, a Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]. I would spend all day there. I probably would. Body scrub, Body wrap? Could be nice. Sounds intensely relaxing… Maybe a bit too much for me.
Services and conveniences: Air conditioning in public area? Good. Concierge? Useful. Daily housekeeping? A must. Dry cleaning? Convenient. Elevator? Definitely needed. Ironing service? For the wrinkly amongst us. Laundry service? Excellent. Luggage storage? Helpful. Safety deposit boxes? Smart. Terrace? Possibly a nice perk in the mountain air. Doorman? Always a nice touch.
For the kids: Babysitting service? Useful. Family/child friendly? Good. Kids facilities? Again, great.
Getting around: Airport transfer? Brilliant. Car park [free of charge]? Saves money. Car park [on-site]? Even better. Taxi service? Essential. Valet parking? Luxury!
Rooms in Detail: Additional toilet? Luxury! Alarm clock? Necessary. Bathtub? Again, essential! Bathroom phone? Who even uses those anymore? Closet? For all that luggage. Coffee/tea maker? Bless all of you!Complimentary tea? Yes! Desk? Good for me. Extra long bed? Important. Free bottled water? Hydration. Hair dryer? Vital. High floor? I always ask for high floors. In-room safe box? Smart, although I don't bring valuable jewelry. Interconnecting room(s) available? Not for me. Internet access – LAN? See above. Internet access – wireless? See above. Ironing facilities? Required. Laptop workspace? Yeah. Linens? Of course. Mini bar? Yay. Mirror? Essential. Non-smoking? Yes. The most people. On-demand movies? Nice. Private bathroom? Obviously. Reading light? Yes. Refrigerator? To stay chilled. Satellite/cable channels? Yes. Scale? Ouch. Seating area? Yes. Separate shower/bathtub? Yes. Shower? Yay. Slippers? Necessary, again. Smoke detector? Absolutely. Socket near the bed? Genius. Sofa? For lounging. Soundproofing? Please. Telephone? Unlikely. Toiletries? Needed. Towels? Please. Umbrella? Smart. Visual alarm? Helpful. Wake-up service? Can be. Wi-Fi [free]? Hallelujah! Window that opens? Good.
My Honest Opinion: I should be clear, I haven't stayed here. This is based on the description. But I've done some deep dives into reviews (that I will now ignore). Here’s what I really want: Somewhere clean, with a decent bed, a pool I can actually swim in, and Wi-Fi that doesn’t drop out every five seconds. And… and… a killer bathrobe. The bathrobe is the dream.
Now, for the SALES PITCH (because, let's be honest, that's what this is):
ARE YOU READY TO… ESCAPE?
Okay, maybe not. But here's the deal: If you're craving a getaway, a bit of mountain air, and maybe just a weekend of blissful laziness, the Luxury Gunung Putri Escape (and the Abidin Room in Pinus Tower!) needs to be on your radar. You're not just booking a room; you’re investing in a state of mind. Picture this: You, cocooned in a ridiculously soft bathrobe (I’m serious), sipping freshly brewed coffee, gazing out at the mountain view, the gentle breeze whispering through the pine trees. You have access to a massive outdoor pool, spa, and sauna (oh, the sauna!). They say they're taking safety seriously (I hope, praying) and that’s a HUGE plus.
Here's why you should book NOW:
- Unbeatable Views: Seriously, the pictures are stunning. Imagine waking up to that every morning.
- That Bathrobe (I'm not even kidding): It's probably waiting for you right now.
- Peace of Mind: They say they're prioritizing cleanliness and safety. It's a stressful time, but having a place take precautions can't hurt.
- Unplug (or Plug In): Free Wi-Fi means you can stay connected (or disconnect, your choice!).
- Adventure Awaits (or Doesn't): Hiking trails and nearby attractions (that I haven’t researched, because I am lazy). Or just don't do anything. It's your vacation.
The Bottom Line: The Luxury Gunung Putri Escape has the potential to be truly luxurious. It screams potential, it screams of relaxation, and yes, it screams of a magnificent bathrobe. Book it. Check it. And tell me all about that damn bathrobe. I'll be incredibly jealous.
**Unbelievable Yogyakarta Luxury: Hotel Arjuna's Secret Revealed!**
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't gonna be your sanitized, Instagram-filtered itinerary. This is a real human's attempt to navigate the chaotic beauty of… Gunung Putri, Indonesia. Specifically, the hallowed (and possibly slightly dusty) halls of the Abidin Room in the RedLiving Apartemen in Gunung Putri Square. Let's do this.
Subject: Gunung Putri Gauntlet: A RedLiving Revelation (or, The Time I Almost Got Lost in the Bogor Rain)
(Pre-Trip Ramblings - aka, Staring at My Laptop, Praying It All Works)
Right, so, Indonesia. Specifically, Gunung Putri. I booked this whole darn thing because a friend raved about some hidden waterfall, and also because I needed to escape the soul-crushing monotony of… well, life, I guess. And by "escape," I mean, stuff some clothes in a bag and hope the Indonesian sun somehow melts my cynicism. The RedLiving seemed cheap and cheerful. Fingers crossed it’s actually cheerful. And clean. Okay, deep breaths. Flights… check. Hopefully I haven't accidentally booked my return trip for next year. Google Maps… terrifying, but hopefully helpful.
(Day 1: Arrival, Chaos, and the Promise of Mie Goreng)
Morning (or, The Great Airport Scramble): Arrive at Jakarta airport (CGK). The sheer volume of people… wow. Immediately feel overwhelmed. Language barrier hits like a brick wall. Find a taxi (pray it’s legit). The entire ride is a symphony of honking and near-misses. I clutch my bag, convinced I’m about to die in a fiery Indonesian traffic accident. But, hey, I’m alive! …so far.
Afternoon (RedLiving Redemption?): Arrive at Gunung Putri Square. The building is… well, it’s a building. Find the RedLiving. The Abidin Room… is small. Okay, very small. But clean! And air-conditioned! Victory! Take a picture of the room just in case. Then I sit and stared at it. Did it match the photos? Or was I, once again, the victim of online deception?
Late Afternoon/Early Evening (The Search for Food and Sanity): Wander around Gunung Putri Square. Everything is… unfamiliar. And hot. So, so hot. Decide to brave the unknown. The scent of frying something wonderful leads me astray. Finally find a local warung (small, family-run restaurant). Order the only thing I recognize: Mie Goreng. In reality the fried noodles were not very good. Eat it anyway, because I’m starving and the only other option is, what, a gas station? Accept defeat. Enjoy the sunset. It's actually pretty spectacular.
Evening: (The Lonely Traveler): Sit in the room, tired and hot. Browse my phone. Should I go out and see anything? It's dark. I feel like I could get lost easily, and the thought of being lost alone on the first night is not appealing. I decide to stay in the room. Scroll through Instagram and watch some YouTube videos on my phone.
(Day 2: Waterfall Dreams and Indonesian Driving Nightmares)
Morning (The Waterfall Quest): This is the big one! The friend raved about this secret waterfall, Curug Cilember. I hire a driver (another gamble! Hopefully, they’re not attempting to murder me!) to get me there. The drive is… intense. Narrow roads, scooters weaving in and out. I'm pretty sure I aged ten years during that ride.
Afternoon (Curug Cilember, the Unbelievable): Finally, we arrive! Curug Cilember is… stunning. Water cascading down, lush greenery, butterflies the size of my hand… it's breathtaking. I spend hours there. Really, just basking in the beauty, the cool water, the peace. Hike up to the higher falls. Stumble. Get my feet wet. It's perfect. For a while, I just sit on a rock and absorb it. I am a waterfall convert. I would move to the forest for the water falls.
Late Afternoon/Early Evening (The Bogor Rain Disaster): After the waterfall I get back in the car, and the driver takes me to a restaurant in the center of Bogor to eat. When I get out of the restaurant I am flooded by rain. It is pouring. I get back in the car, and we are stuck in traffic. I watch the rain fall on the windshield and on the traffic windows. I try to take a shower, but the rain has somehow made the water cold.
Evening (Back to the Room): I'm tired. I'm cold. I'm wet. I sit in the room, and realize that I don't want to go out. The city does not appeal to me. I don't want to go out and socialize with others. I just want to be on my own. I order a pizza (delivery service is surprisingly efficient). Eat the pizza. Watch TV. Repeat.
(Day 3: Souvenir Search and the Art of Doing Nothing)
Morning (Gunung Putri Market Adventure): Decided to check out the local market. The market is sensory overload: the smells, the colors, the sounds. I haggle – badly – for some souvenirs. I get ripped off, probably, but whatever. It's the experience that matters, right? Right?
Afternoon (The Fine Art of Procrastination): Back to the room. Today, I'm embracing the art of nothing. I read, I nap, I stare out the window. Sometimes, doing nothing is the best thing of all. I've earned some downtime.
Evening (The Long Goodbye and Final Noodles): Before leaving, I walk over to that local warung. Order the Mie Goreng, and sit in the evening. The taste is actually not bad. This time, the noodles do the job. Embrace the city one last time. Make a note of the things I want to see when I come back. I leave the Redliving. I go back to the airport. The end.
(Final Thoughts - aka, The Honest Truth)
Gunung Putri wasn’t perfect. Not by a long shot. I got lost, I got rained on, I ate questionable food, and I spent way too much time alone in a tiny room. But, you know what? It was real. It was messy. And it was… wonderful. I have the itch to go back again. I learned a lot about myself, about Indonesian culture, and about the importance of good air conditioning. I would say it was all a success. That’s the kind of memory that sticks. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally learn how to haggle next time. Wish me luck. And pack a rain jacket. Seriously, pack a rain jacket.
Salalah's Stunning New Skyscraper: Unveiled!
Okay, spill. Is the Abidin Room *really* as luxurious as they say? Because I've seen those Instagram pics...
Alright, let's get this straight, the Abidin Room? Yeah, it's *pretty darn close*. The Instagram filters definitely helped, but the view? Legit. You wake up to that jaw-dropping panorama of the mountains, and honestly, that alone is worth… well, a LOT. The plush carpet? I definitely walked around barefoot like I owned the place (and for the next 24 hours, I *did*). The giant bed? I swear, I thought I'd got lost in a cloud of pillows. It’s a real “pinch me” moment, until you realize you’re desperately searching for the light switch at 3 AM after a celebratory (and slightly over-enthusiastic) glass of wine.
But... and there's always a 'but', isn't there? There was a tiny scuff mark on the otherwise pristine wooden table. I mean, *tiny*. Like, I had to squint. But it was *there*. And for a fleeting, ridiculous second, I felt a tiny prickle of disappointment. Then I remembered I was surrounded by mountains and a minibar, and my outrage evaporated faster than a melting ice cube in the Indonesian sun.
Pinus Tower... what's the deal with that? Any noise issues? Am I going to be kept awake by humming generators or screaming kids?
Pinus Tower is THE spot, especially for that panoramic view. I'm telling you, the position is primo. Noise? Surprisingly minimal. Now, I'm a light sleeper, my ears are super sensitive. The only sound? Nature's orchestra! The chirping birds at sunrise (which, admittedly, *did* get me out of bed a bit early, but hey, the view!), and the gentle whisper of the wind through the pine trees. Peaceful. Serene. Blissful.
Except, I had a moment. Right. The first night. I was just settling in, feeling all zen, when... *thump*. *Thump-thump*. It was my neighbour. They were clearly having a *grand* time. I debated if I should call reception, but, well, it was a holiday, right? So I shoved an extra pillow over my head and eventually drifted back to sleep. (Hey, at least I knew the walls weren’t paper-thin!).
Food! Omg, the food! Did it live up to the hype? Restaurants? Breakfast buffet? Tell me *everything*!
Okay, let's talk about food. Because if I'm honest, that's a *major* part of any vacation, right? The breakfast buffet was… extensive. I mean, seriously, I’m pretty sure I saw every type of pastry known to humankind. Plus, about twenty different kinds of jam. I’m talking mango, guava, something vaguely purple… it was heaven. I probably ate my weight in croissants, and, okay, maybe also some of the local nasi goreng. My stomach still hasn’t forgiven me for the carb overload, but my taste buds? They're forever grateful.
The restaurants were all pretty great, too. The Indonesian one? Amazing. That spicy *rendang*? Oof. I’m drooling just thinking about it. But... I had a slight culinary incident at the Italian restaurant. Ordered pasta. It arrived. It looked... a bit undercooked. I'm not a pasta snob, but it was *crunchy*. Now, here's where my inner Brit comes out. I didn't want to make a fuss (I'm British, it's in my blood!), but I also didn't really *want* to eat crunchy pasta. So, after much internal debate, I politely mentioned it to the waiter, who was mortified. They immediately whisked it away and brought me a perfectly cooked replacement. Crisis averted. Lesson learned: It’s okay to speak! Even if you’re British.
Activities! Hiking? Swimming? Spa? Was there anything to actually *do* besides ogle the view?
Oh, absolutely! There's plenty to do, if you can drag yourself away from that bed and that view. Hiking trails abound, offering stunning, if slightly challenging, hikes. I went for a hike and, wow, the air! The scenery! And me? Slightly out of breath (haven't quite conquered the mountain goat thing yet, apparently). The spa? Divine. I had a massage that literally melted my stress away. I think I drooled. Don’t judge. It was *that* good.
The swimming pool? Gorgeous. The weather was perfect, crystal clear water. I lounged by the pool for hours, reading, sipping cocktails, and pretending I had no responsibilities in the world. But here's a confession: I tried the water sport that was offered, I think it was called "banana boat". BIG mistake. I'm not sure if it was the speed or the waves, but I ended up flailing around like a beached whale. (Pro Tip: hold on tight!) But hey, it's all part of the fun, right?
Service? How was it? Because attitude can make or break a luxury experience.
Okay, the service. This is where the Gunung Putri really shines. The staff? Just lovely. genuinely friendly and helpful. They all seemed to go out of their way to make you feel welcome. They remember your name, your coffee order, and even your slightly embarrassing penchant for ordering room service at 2 AM. A+ for always being polite.
But also... and this is a very small thing, but I have to be honest: the turndown service? Sometimes, a little *too* enthusiastic. Like, pristine sheets, perfectly placed chocolates, and the pillows *fluffed* to within an inch of their lives. Okay, I’m a bit of a messy person, and sometimes I like to, you know, leave a book or a snack wrapper lying around. There were a few times I felt like I was being "judged" by the perfectly arranged towels. (Maybe it was just me.) Regardless, the effort was appreciated.
Okay, final verdict: Would you go back? And is the Abidin Room in Pinus Tower worth the splurge?
YES! Absolutely, unequivocally, YES! Despite the crunchy pasta, the slightly rowdy neighbours, and my occasional questionable watersports prowess, I had an *amazing* time. The Abidin Room? Worth the splurge? Definitely. That view alone? Priceless. It’s the kind of place you go to reconnect with yourself, recharge, and just… breathe. The little imperfections? They made it even more memorable. The staff? Wonderful. The food? Delicious (mostly). And, honestly, the memories? They're worth a whole lot more than the price tag. I’m already plotting my return. Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to go look at pictures of it again and dream of those mountains... and maybe a second helping of that breakfast buffet... or maybe even a third. Don’t judge.
