Dumaguete Dream Home: 3-Bed Entire Apartment in Elle Homes!
Dumaguete Dream Home: 3-Bed Entire Apartment in Elle Homes!
Okay, Here's the Hotel Review You Didn't Know You Needed. Buckle Up.
Alright, so I just got back from [Imagine a fictional hotel name here, let's say "The Celestial Cove Resort"]. And you know what? Hotels. They're a thing. Right? We all need 'em. Here's the unvarnished truth, a messy, subjective, and probably caffeine-fueled take on the place. Prepare for a deep dive into my own little hotel hell and heaven experience, warts and all.
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- Title: Celestial Cove Resort: A Messy, Honest, and Possibly Over-Caffeinated Hotel Review
- Description: My brutally honest review of The Celestial Cove Resort. Diving into accessibility, dining, spa, cleanliness, and whether it's worth the trip! (Spoiler: Maybe.)
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LET'S GET TO THE GOOD STUFF (AND THE NOT-SO-GOOD!)
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag. Like My Emotions Right Now.
Okay, accessibility. A big deal. I was, shall we say, "observing" with a friend who relies on a wheelchair.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Check. Mostly. The main areas, the lobby, the restaurant (more on that later), and SOME of the rooms were thankfully accessible. But the "slippery" slope began with uneven paving stones leading to the pool (more on the pool later, too). Seriously? Uneven paving?! You're building a resort! Small details, right? But a big difference for someone!
- Elevator: Definitely there. Thank heavens. Because lugging luggage up stairs after a fourteen hour flight? No thank you.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: They say they have it, but it's more the "bare minimum" than something truly comprehensive. Think wider doorways and grab bars, but no real thought put into the experience. It's functional, but not exactly…welcoming, in the way that matters.
- Rooms: We requested an accessible room. It had the essentials…but it felt a bit sterile, like a hospital room. A little warmth wouldn't hurt.
On-site Accessible Restaurants / Lounges: The main restaurant was doable. But the poolside bar? See above about the bumpy path. Sigh.
Rant Level: Average. Could be better.
Internet: Wi-Fi Warriors, Rejoice (Mostly).
- Free Wi-Fi in All Rooms!: Yes! Praise the internet gods! And it actually worked! Speeds were surprisingly decent, streaming was smooth. I could, you know, actually work from my room, which is a luxury.
- Internet Access: LAN & Wi-Fi: Yeah, you had options. The LAN felt a little old school, but it's there if you REALLY need a secure connection.
- Wi-Fi in Public Areas: Solid. Coverage was pretty good in the lobby and around the pool (when you could actually reach the pool).
Rant Level: LOW. Solid internet, I'm happy.
Cleanliness and Safety: Germaphobes, Breathe Easy (Mostly).
Okay, this is IMPORTANT. Especially after…you know…everything the last few years.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Good. Smelled clean, not like a hospital.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: They claimed it. Felt clean, at least.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. Good.
- Hygiene certification: Not sure. Didn't see them flaunt it.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Yes. The buffet was mostly safe-feeling.
- Physical distancing: They tried. Seriously, staff were keen on social distancing.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services & Rooms sanitized between stays: Supposedly. But you can't entirely trust that, right? Right, brain?
- Safe dining setup: Tables all were spaced.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Yep. They seemed on it.
- Rooms sanitization opt-out available: Interesting. Didn't use it, but nice to have the option.
Rant Level: Pretty good. Made me feel safe, which is a big win.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: The Spa, the Pool, and the Eternal Struggle.
- Fitness center: "The gym," according to the brochure. It was…a room. With machines. They existed. I used it, but I wouldn't write home about it.
- Spa/Sauna. Steamroom: Ahh, spa time. The reason, many of us go to these places, right? The spa itself was lovely. Think dimly lit rooms, the scent of lavender. A sanctuary.
- Massage, Body scrub, Body wrap: Yes, yes, and yes. The massage was divine. I floated. I think I might have actually drooled. The body scrub left me feeling like a smooth, shiny marble. The only downside? I forgot to ask if the massage table was also accessible. (D'oh!)
- Pool with view: The view was stunning. Seriously. Turquoise water, lush greenery. But the previously mentioned unevenness. It was a beautiful struggle to get to the sunbeds.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: See above. Beautiful but difficult.
Rant Level: High. Uneven paving?! Seriously?! But the massage… sigh.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Let's Talk Food, Baby!
- A la carte in restaurant: Yes. More flexible if you're not a fan of buffets (like me).
- Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant: Yes. Dim Sum for breakfast? Yes, please!
- Breakfast [buffet]: The usual. A vast array of choices. Some good, some…not so much.
- Bar & Poolside bar: The bar was fun. The poolside bar was…convenient, if you could get there.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: Good. Coffee was solid.
- Restaurants: The main restaurant was lovely.
- Room service [24-hour]: A lifesaver. (Especially after too much fun at the bar.)
- Vegetarian restaurant: Plenty of vegetarian options in the main restaurant.
- Western cuisine in restaurant: Of course. Something for everyone.
The Quirks & the Imperfections:
Okay, about the buffet. It was a buffet. You know the drill. Wading through crowds, trying to get to the eggs without being elbowed. But…one morning, there was a rogue croissant - just sitting there - and it was amazing. The perfect ratio of flaky goodness to buttery perfection. It felt…serendipitous. Like that croissant was waiting just for me.
Rant Level: Mostly positive. The buffet could get crowded, but that croissant… that croissant was a moment.
*Services and Conveniences: The Little Extras.
- Air conditioning in public area & Air conditioning: Essential. Especially if you're in this fictional tropical location I'm making up!
- Baby sitting: Excellent.
- Bar, Bottle of water, Coffee/tea maker: They have most things, you know.
- Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Daily housekeeping: The essentials. Helpful.
- Doorman: A nice touch.
- Dry cleaning, Elevator: The convenience of the extra things.
- Invoice provided: Sure.
- Laundry service: Good.
- Luggage storage: Handy.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: Seemed decent, if you're into that kind of thing.
- On-site event hosting: They were doing a wedding while I was there, it looked lovely, but I had to keep to my room!
- Safety deposit boxes: Secure!
- Smoking area: Yes
- Terrace: A must.
- Valet parking: Helpful.
- Wi-Fi for special events: Good.
Rant Level: Helpful, but not particularly memorable.
Rooms: The "Live-In" Experience.
- Air conditioning: Wonderful and necessary.
- **Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water
Okay, buckle up buttercup. This isn't your perfectly-curated Instagram travel feed. This is my actual, chaotic, sometimes-amazing, sometimes-utterly-bonkers Dumaguete adventure. We’re talking Entire apartment - 3 Beds - Elle Homes Dumaguete, Philippines. Let’s see if I can actually make this a reality and not just daydream it.
Dumaguete: The Messy, Magnificent Itinerary (Maybe)
Day 1: Arrival - Jet Lagged and Judging (Probably)
- 6:00 AM (ish) - The Flight from Hell: Ugh, did I seriously choose that red-eye? Currently staring into the abyss of the Philippine Sea after a flight where the guy next to me snored like a chainsaw and the air conditioning was set to "Antarctic". Praying my luggage made it – important things like my favorite travel pillow are absolutely essential!
- 10:00 AM (ish) - Elle Homes Dumaguete - FINALLY!: Taxi ride was a blur of honking and vibrant chaos. Arrived at Elle Homes. The pictures online looked flawless. Real life? Smelly hallways, a slightly-too-enthusiastic welcome from a gecko the size of my hand, and a key that definitely doesn't want to cooperate. Finally, in the apartment! Three beds? Score! Now I need a nap. My stomach's rumbling, my brain's fried, but… the view from the balcony is kind of incredible. That's probably going to cancel out all problems or I hope so.
- 12:00 PM (ish) - Lunch, or the Quest for Food: Okay, I'm starving. Time to venture out. "Siquijor is the place to be" is the word on the street. My brain is screaming “Easy, you fool!”. Found this tiny little carinderia (local eatery) down the street. The menu is hand-written in Tagalog. I pointed and smiled – the universal language, right? I'm hoping for something edible. Maybe. Pray for me.
- 1:30 PM - Nap of Doom: Back at the apartment. I meant to power through, explore all the tourist spots, but my eyelids are lead weights. I'll just close my eyes for ten minutes. Famous last words. Woke up at 4. So much for productivity.
- 4:00 PM - The San Jose Cathedral and Rizal Boulevard walk: Oh, well, better late than never! Still managed to visit the Cathedral and got a fantastic chance to see the sights around the boulevard. Locals are so very nice, and the ambiance is just something else.
- 7:00 PM - Dinner and Panic Eating: Okay, so I did eat dinner. I also ate a tub of ice cream afterward. This is a vacation, right? No regrets. Except maybe the impending sugar rush.
- 8:00 PM - Planning Hell: Should I book that trip to Apo Island? Or the Casaroro Falls? Wait, I haven't even figured out how to get around yet! And what if I get lost? Breathe. Repeat.
Day 2: Diving, Disasters, and Determining Deliciousness
- 7:00 AM - Apo Island Dive (Attempt 1 - or, why my mask is my enemy): Oh yeah. A dive trip. I was so excited. The ocean is so vibrant! Got the boat, got the gear. Looked like a pro. Until I tried to put my mask on. Fogged up immediately. Couldn’t clear my ears. Panic set in. Surface. More practice. Try again. More fog. Another attempt. FAIL. Okay, Maybe I'll stick to snorkeling. I wanted to see the turtles. I wasn't ready to deal with so much water.
- 10:00 AM - Snorkeling and Sunburn: Okay, snorkeling it is! The water is crystal clear and the corals are incredible! Swam with giant sea turtles, and got a new level of happiness on the sea.
- 12:00 PM - Lunch, Round 2: The “Almost Ate The Wrong Thing” Incident: Back on land starving. Found a restaurant called "Something Tasty." Ordered a plate of something that sounded good but turned out to be… well, let's just say it involved a suspiciously large amount of offal. Luckily, I managed to avoid eating it completely. Dodged a bullet. Went back to the carinderia.
- 3:00 PM - Casaroro Falls: Beauty and the Beast: The falls themselves were beautiful. You trek down through the forest for a good while before finding the falls. The water's freezing, but incredible. The walk back up? That was… a challenge. Legs of jelly. But the view was worth it. Completely wiped at the end.
- 6:00 PM - The Great Laundry Fiasco: Laundry day. Found a laundromat. Instructions were in Tagalog and I managed to shrink half my wardrobe.
- 7.00 PM - Dinner from a Vendor: My apartment doesn’t have a microwave. I was too tired to brave the restaurants. So I got dinner from a vendor. I had no idea what I was getting. But then some sweet rice.
- 8:00 PM - Journaling (and then… Netflix): Back in the apartment. Sunburned. Exhausted. But also… happy. I’m starting to get a feel for this place. Tomorrow… more adventures? We'll see.
Day 3: Siquijor, Secret Beaches, and Seafood Sagas
- 6:00 AM: Ferry Fiasco: Ugh. I decided to go to Siquijor today, on a whim! Getting an early start by taking the ferry and trying not to be late… This is a really big island. It is not easy to get around. I might be on a boat, I might be late, but I will try to get there.
- 12:00 PM (ish) - Siquijor - The "Mystical Island" Unveiled: Siquijor is stunning. The beaches are white sand, and the water is ridiculously turquoise. I visited a waterfall, jumping off a cliff. Okay, I freaked out first. But then I jumped. I did it! That alone was one of the best decisions I've made in a while.
- 4:00 PM - Beach Bumming and the Coconut Conundrum: Found a hidden beach. Complete paradise. The sun, the sand, the silence. Tried to crack open a coconut I bought. Epic fail. Ended up with a face full of coconut water.
- 7:00 PM - Seafood Extravaganza: Back in Dumaguete, starving. Found this amazing seafood restaurant. Ordered everything. Ate too much. No regrets.
- 9:00 PM - Packing… or Avoiding Packing: Okay, I have to leave for the airport tomorrow. Which means I have to pack. But I kind of don’t want to think about it. Currently staring at my suitcase, trying to will the clothes to pack themselves. No luck.
Day 4: Departure - Slightly Less Messy, Hopefully…
- 7:00 AM - Last Breakfast and the Apartment Blues: One last breakfast at the carinderia. Saying goodbye to my comfy apartment. It's grown on me. Slightly. Already missing the view (even if the geckos did keep me up at night).
- 9:00 AM: The Airport Dash (and Prayer For Luggage Survival): Taxi ride to the airport. Praying my bag makes it. Fighting the urge to buy every souvenir in the store.
- 11:00 AM: Goodbye Dumaguete… for Now: On the plane. Exhausted, but with a heart full of memories, sunburns, and slightly questionable food choices. Dumaguete, you were a whirlwind. You were messy. You were beautiful. I'll be back for more.
This trip wasn't perfect. There were moments of panic, near-disasters, and a whole lot of "what was I thinking?" But that's what made it real. And that's what made it unforgettable. Now if you'll excuse me, I need a very long nap.
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So... what *is* this thing even about? Like, what am I *doing* here?
Alright, alright, settle down, Sparky. Okay, let's be honest, I'm not *entirely* sure myself sometimes. This is supposed to be about... um... *stuff*. You know, the kind of stuff that bounces around in your brain late at night when you should be sleeping. You're here because... well, you're probably procrastinating something else more important. Or maybe you're genuinely curious! Either way, welcome to the mental buffet. Grab a plate. No, wait, maybe grab a whole darn banquet, because you're gonna be here awhile... I think. Right now.
Is this going to be boring?
Look, let's be blunt. I fully acknowledge the possibility of extreme boredom. I'm a human being, not a perfectly-oiled content creation machine. I have days where I'm as captivating as a lukewarm cup of instant coffee, days when I'm just... *meh*. But I *try* not to bore. Sometimes, the most interesting stories are the ones that veer wildly off-topic or feature a dramatic pause for a good, long, internal sigh. So, no promises. Prepare for potential boredom. Prepare for potential brilliance (unlikely as it may be). Honestly... prepare for both.
What are you *thinking* when you... write these things? What's the process?
Ah, the million-dollar question! The "process" is less a well-defined path and more akin to blindly feeling around in a darkened room for a light switch. First, a vague notion. Then, a frantic scramble for the keyboard because, frankly, I'm terrified of forgetting. This often involves copious amounts of coffee and a soundtrack of something ridiculously inappropriate (currently, it’s a Norwegian death metal band. Don't judge). I sort of... just *let it flow*. Which means a lot of editing later, and a lot of deleting of things that made me think, 'Whoa, that's... a bit much.' Sometimes a great idea hits me in the shower and I'm writing on the fogged-up glass.
You mentioned 'stuff'. What *kind* of stuff? Give me *some* idea! (I'm getting impatient.)
Alright, alright, Mr./Ms. Impatient. Okay, so... a little of everything, really.
Life struggles. I'm no guru, but I've got anecdotes in *spades*. Stuff about work, relationships, surviving the grocery store... anything really! I’ve been through it, I’ve failed it, had successes, made a joke of it. Anything you want to hear, you just let me know!
Random weirdness. My brain naturally gravitates toward the bizarre. True story: the other day I spent a solid hour researching the mating habits of garden slugs. Don't ask. You might *regret* asking.
Opinionated rants (probably). Because sometimes, you just gotta vent, right? I'm opinionated, and I'm sometimes right. I am perfectly willing to defend my views, even if I later realize I was wrong.
Are you trying to be funny? Because...
That's the goal! Most of the time it's very bad and I'm trying too hard. Sometimes it just comes out. I find it's the best way to get through the day. So yeah, *trying* to be funny. Whether or not I *succeed* is entirely up to your subjective sense of humor. I'm also perpetually terrified of being unfunny. So, consider this a public performance. *Please laugh if possible*. It keeps me alive. Okay, maybe not literally. But it helps.
Do you have any *credentials*? What makes you qualified to talk about... anything?
Credentials? Oh, honey, *please*. The closest thing I have to a "credential" is a well-honed ability to procrastinate and a deep-seated fascination with... everything. I have no formal training in anything remotely relevant. I have no degrees. I'm just… me. Does that qualify me? Probably not. Does that stop me? Absolutely not.
What about mistakes? You gonna hide 'em?
Mistakes? Ha! I practically *specialise* in them! I'm not going to hide them. I'll embrace them. Edit them... probably not. It's more fun to leave them and learn from them. This is all about transparency. You're gonna to see my flaws here, but hey, it's kinda fun!
So, what's the *worst* experience you've ever had? Give me the juiciest story!
Ooh, the *worst*? Hang on, let me conjure up a memory... alright, here we go. I hate to admit it, but It was the time I ate that questionable tuna salad. I figured it was just a tad bit on the "off" side. The restaurant? I won't name names, but let's just say their tuna salad had a *certain*... aroma. I was feeling all bold and taking a risk. It was a Tuesday. I went in, ordered the "Tuna Surprise Sandwich." I thought I ate it pretty quickly.
Fast forward three hours.
I was at work, pretending to be productive. But, the tuna. Oh, the tuna. It started with a subtle grumble, then the inevitable... rumbling. It escalated *quickly*. I bolted for the bathroom, and from then on the world was a horrific blur of stomach cramps, cold sweats, and the distinct feeling that I was going to die on a porcelain throne. I won't go into graphic detail, but let's just say I spent an ungodly amount of time in a small, poorly ventilated room with a deep and abiding hatred for canned fish. I felt like I was going to literally *die*, and I was starting to think I *wanted* to. The feeling of pure, utterly physical *defeat* when you’re that ill.
The worst part? The moment I was beginning to feel better, I *still* had to go back to work and face the world. It was horrible. That tuna salad... I still have nightmares.
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