Escape to Paradise: Dewed Camp 2 Gezellig Inn, India Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a review of – and let me tell you, this isn't going to be your average, sterile hotel write-up. Nope. We're going full-on, warts-and-all, real-person experience here. Prepare for a rollercoaster.
(Let's Start with the Essentials, Then Let's See Where We Land)
First things first: the basics. This place… it's got stuff. Lots of stuff. So many "things to do" that you might actually need another vacation to recover from this one. And yes, I'm going to hit you with the SEO-friendly keywords, because, well, that's the game, isn't it? But rest assured, I'll pepper in plenty of actual human thoughts.
(Accessibility: More Than Just a Ramped Entrance, Right?)
Okay, Accessibility. Crucial. This place says it's got the goods. Wheelchair accessible? Check. Good. Because, frankly, it's 2024, and not being accessible is just… rude. Let's be honest, I'm not in a wheelchair, but I DID see a ramp, and that's a good start. Facilities for disabled guests? Hmm, unspecified. That's a little vague, but let's give them the benefit of the doubt. I hope there's more than just a ramp. I need details, especially for travelers with specific needs. I mean, is the elevator wide enough? Are all the restaurants accessible? We need to know.
(Internet: Our Modern-Day Oxygen)
Internet Access? Yes. Praise be! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms?! YES! Double YES! Consider me sold, immediately. Seriously, in this day and age, a lack of decent Wi-Fi is a deal-breaker. I have to write this review, don't I? And I need to post my cat pictures. The Internet [LAN] thing is there – for the old-school internet user? I'm guessing. And Internet services are listed. I will take that to mean everything's good.
(Pampering and Relaxation: Because We're Worth It!)
Okay, now we get to the fun stuff. Spa? Yes, please. Sauna? Double yes. Steamroom? Oh, you flatterer! And if this spa has a Foot bath… I'm practically moving in. The Massage better be amazing. I'm talking, "I've forgotten all my problems" amazing. Body scrub, body wrap… bring it on. Okay, confession: I've never actually had a body wrap. I'm more of a "pile of clothes and Netflix" kind of relaxer. But hey, I'm open to new experiences! And the Pool with view? Now you're talking. I'm already picturing myself, cocktail in hand, gazing out over… whatever view they offer.
(Oh, the Fitness Center… My Eternal Enemy)
Fitness center: Listed. Deep sigh. Look, I should go to the gym. I intend to go to the gym. But I'm also on vacation. We’ll see how that goes. The thought is there. Bless them. Gym/fitness, for all sorts of fitness.
(Food, Glorious Food! – My Deepest Concern)
Alright, this is where things get really interesting for me. Let's talk food. Breakfast [buffet]? Okay, I’m intrigued. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast – options are always a good sign. Breakfast takeaway service. If that's available, that's fantastic. Restaurants? Multiple, I hope? The more, the merrier. A la carte in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant. Excellent. And the all-important coffee shop! (Because a girl's gotta have her caffeine.) Desserts in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, Soup in restaurant. Yasss. Room service [24-hour]. Yes. Just… yes. I often wake up with the midnight snacks. So, that is important.
I’d go on, but I'm seriously hoping the food is good. I've seen so many beautiful places with mediocre food (a tragedy, I tell you!).
(The Stuff Behind the Scenes: Cleanliness and Safety, the Not-So-Sexy but Essential Parts)
Let's get the serious stuff out of the way. These days, Cleanliness and safety are paramount. Anti-viral cleaning products? Good. Daily disinfection in common areas? Great. Hand sanitizer? Essential. All of this is reassuring. I saw Hygiene certification listed somewhere. Smart move. The Staff trained in safety protocol thing? Also, very smart. I'm looking for peace of mind, not a petri dish!
(The Room Itself: My Personal Sanctuary?)
So, the room. We're talking: Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box. Okay, that’s a decent start. Internet access – wireless – double check! Laptop workspace – good for doing… work, if you must. Non-smoking – thank goodness. Refrigerator – excellent for those midnight snacks. Satellite/cable channels? Gotta have my trash TV. Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Slippers, Smoke detector, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free]. That sounds… decent, doesn’t it? But the important part? The bed. Gotta be comfy. And the pillows? Fluffy, I hope.
(Getting Around & Other Services: The Details That Matter)
Airport transfer. Okay, that’s handy. Car park [free of charge], even better! Concierge, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes, Taxi service. Nice, nice, nice. Cash withdrawal? Super important. It's good to know they've got the bases covered.
(For the Kids (and those of us who are still big kids at heart!))
Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal. Well, clearly, I don't have kids. But it's good to know they're catering to families.
(Let's Cut to the Chase: The Ultimate “Book Now” Proposition!)
Okay, folks, let's wrap this up. This hotel is packed with… well, stuff. Enough amenities to keep you occupied for a week, and the Wi-Fi better be strong enough to stream all the documentaries I can stomach! The rooms' features are generous (I'll need to see the pillow situation myself, though…) and the food aspect is the major attraction for myself. But seriously: free Wi-Fi? You had me at "hello"!
Here's the deal: If you’re looking for a place that's aiming for a certain level of service, that has options, and that's not going to leave you stranded without internet, then this might be your spot. However, remember, I NEED to test those pillows and the coffee.
(And a little disclaimer…)
Remember, this is just my perspective. I didn't get to try every single thing, okay? I might miss something. That’s just how humans do.
So, what do you say? Ready to book? Don’t forget your swimwear!
Indonesian Paradise: Your Private Pool Villa Awaits (Romantic Getaway!)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause we're about to embark on a Gezellig Inn – Dewed Camp 2 adventure! Forget your perfectly curated Instagram feeds; this is gonna be a real travelogue. Get ready for the highs, the lows, the spilled chai, and the existential dread of realizing you packed the wrong socks. Here we go…
Gezellig Inn – Dewed Camp 2: A Messy, Glorious Adventure (India Edition)
Day 1: Arrival, Awkwardness, and Altitude Hiccups
- (Morning – 9:00 AM) Delhi Airport Debacle: Okay, so the flight was supposed to land at 7 AM. Didn’t happen. Delayed, 'cause, of course, it was. Spent an hour wrestling with a vending machine that clearly hated me and another just staring at a chai wallah across the hall. Finally, we landed, and my luggage decided to play hide-and-seek. Fun.
- (Late Morning – 11:00 AM) The Drive! (And the Traffic!): Got picked up in this… well, let's call it a "rustic" car. The driver, a lovely chap named Rajeev, warned me about the traffic. He wasn't kidding. Holy cow. We’re talking cows on the road, honking, dust… a complete sensory overload. Delhi is like a symphony of chaos, and I'm not always a fan.
- (Afternoon – 3:00 PM) Arrival at Gezellig Inn - Finally!: The first thing I’ll say it’s the journey to the camp took forever, the road was really bad but when we reached the Gezellig Inn, the whole picture changes. It was a big relief, and the first impression was, it's absolutely gorgeous. I mean, seriously Instagram-worthy. Except, my camera died. Classic. It's nestled amidst the mountains, and the air smells clean. The staff greeted us with smiles and some amazing welcome drinks. I downed it, and my brain went: "Wow, I'm starting to think this trip will be worth it."
- (Late Afternoon – 4:00 PM) Settling In and Altitude Woes: Found my room. It's cozy, and I mean cozy. Okay, a bit more than just cozy. But hey, the views are incredible. The altitude, though… that's another story. Taking a deep breath felt like trying to suck air through a straw. Spent the next hour trying to figure out if I was actually going to die or just perpetually feel like that. Let's go with the latter.
- (Evening – 7:00 PM) Dinner: Spice Overload and Stargazing Dreams: Dinner was… an experience. Delicious, fragrant curries and more naan than I could possibly eat. My taste buds are doing the tango. Also, there was a brief moment where I thought the waiter might have tried to poison me with how much of it. No, I'm probably just dramatic, and I'll give the place the benefit of the doubt. After a good and wholesome dinner, I realized how tired I was. So I went outside and sat under the stars. It was mind-blowing. The silence, the twinkling lights… I felt a sense of peace I haven’t felt in ages. (Until a dog started barking, but hey, can't have it all).
Day 2: Trekking, Tears, and a Chai-Fueled Revelation
- (Morning – 8:00 AM) Trekking Time (and Regret): The plan was a moderate trek. "Moderate," they said. "Enjoyable," they promised. Lies, all lies! It was uphill, and I felt my lungs exploding. I have a lot of respect for mountain goats now. We stopped every five minutes, mostly so I could catch my breath and contemplate the life choices that had led me here.
- (Mid-Morning – 10:30 AM) The View (and the Tears): Okay, fine. The view from the top was… spectacular. Breathtaking. Worth the near-death experience. I swear I almost cried. Happy tears. Exhausted tears. Just tears. Maybe the altitude was getting to me again. Looking down at the world from above was a moment I won’t forget. It made me emotional, I'm not going to lie.
- (Lunch – 1:00 PM): Picnic Fail: After the trek, the staff prepared a picnic for us. The food was alright, but the ants were everywhere. I’m pretty sure I ate more ant protein than actual food. Learned a valuable lesson: always scout the ant situation before you get too comfortable.
- (Afternoon – 3:00 PM): That Coffee!: I was desperate, starving, or just in need of caffeine. I asked the staff to prepare some coffee for me. I am a coffee freak, and I have to admit, it was some of the BEST coffee I’ve ever had in my life. The weather was perfect, and the view of the mountains was wonderful, I started thinking about life and reflecting on everything.
- (Late Afternoon – 5:00 PM) Chai and Contemplation: I sat on my balcony, sipping the best chai I've ever had (seriously, Indian chai is a game-changer!), and watched the sun dip below the mountains. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. Felt like everything was right with the world (except maybe my sore legs).
Day 3: Culture Shock, Culinary Adventures, and Farewell (Sniff)
- (Morning – 9:00 AM) Local Village Visit: We visited a village nearby. The culture of this village was astonishing. The people were lovely, and they were very welcoming.
- (Lunch – 12:00 PM) Spice Galore: Lunch was at a local restaurant, and oh my god, I'm pretty sure I sweated out all my previous day's water weight! If you can handle spice (and I can't always), this is a dream. Every dish was a journey.
- (Afternoon – 3:00 PM) Packing Pain and Regrets: Packing always brings up the "what did I forget?!" anxiety. Probably something crucial. My brain is a jumbled mess of memories.
- (Evening – 6:00 PM) Farewell Dinner and Emotional Meltdown (Almost): The final dinner at the Inn was bittersweet. Seriously, the food was incredible. I almost cried a little knowing I was leaving the place. I'm not kidding when I say the staff was so great. They made me feel at home just as if I was part of a huge family.
Day 4: Goodbye, Gezellig Inn, and the Promise of Return
- (Morning - 8:00 AM) Early Departure: Goodbye, Gezellig Inn! The journey back to Delhi was less dramatic than the first, thankfully. But the feeling of leaving was heavy.
- (Afternoon - 12:00 PM) The Airport Debacle, Part 2: More delays, more vending machine wars, more existential dread. This time, though, I was more prepared (kinda).
- (Evening - 6:00 PM) Reflection: As I sat on the plane, looking at the clouds, I couldn't help but smile. It was a messy adventure, but that’s what made it so great. I might even consider coming back.
- (Final Verdict): Gezellig Inn – Dewed Camp 2: Highly recommended. Go. Embrace the chaos. Pack extra socks. And prepare to fall in love with India.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to treat myself to a cup of chai, and maybe a nap. My legs are still screaming. Namaste, and safe travels!
Indonesian Paradise: Your Private Pool Villa Awaits (Luxury 2BR #K18)
So, What Even *Is* This "Stuff" We're Talking About?
Okay, first off, I'm not telling you *exactly* what "this stuff" is, because honestly? That's not your business. But think of it like... that thing you're organizing in your own life. The thing that causes late-night Googling sessions and a sudden urge to buy all the Marie Kondo books you can find (even though you *know* you'll get bored halfway through). The thing that, at its worst, makes you want to chuck everything out the window and move to a yurt in Mongolia. Yeah, *that*.
Why Are You Doing This Anyway? Sounds Like a Headache.
Because I'm a masochist? Kidding! (sort of). Look, it started as a simple favor. "Help me with *this*," they said. "It'll be easy," they said. HA! Turns out, "easy" is a relative term, especially when dealing with *this*. But I'm also doing it because, honestly? Maybe someone out there is struggling with the same... well, same *stuff* as me. And misery loves company, right? Plus, if I can prevent one person from having a complete meltdown in a closet filled with… let's just say *collectibles*... then I've done a good deed. Right?! *Right?*
Fine, But What's the *Goal* Here? What's the Endgame?
Oh, the goal! The elusive, shimmering goal! Well, ideally, it's... *less* stuff. Less clutter. Less stress. More… breathing room. Look, I'm picturing a clean, light-filled space where I can actually find my keys and maybe even, *gasp*, have a friend over without apologizing profusely for the state of things. Is that too much to ask? Probably. But hey, a girl can dream, can't she? More realistically, it's surviving today, maybe getting one drawer organized, and *not* falling into a black hole of online shopping at 3 AM. Baby steps and all that jazz.
Alright, You've Given Me the Vague Overview. What's the *Hardest* Part?
Oh, where to even *begin*? The hardest part? Ugh. Okay, here's a confession… it's not the actual lifting. It’s not the sorting. It’s… the *emotional baggage*. The memories tied to *things*. The "but what if I need it someday?" voices that scream in your head. Seriously, the hardest part is battling the overwhelming feeling of… *loss*. Like, I held a half-eaten box of cookies that my now-estranged ex-boyfriend had given me. I found it while clearing out the pantry last week. The emotional turmoil made me want to burn the house down, and the cookies were stale, anyway! Let it go, self! That, and the seemingly endless parade of decisions. Do I keep it? Donate it? Sell it? Throw it away (the hardest, yet sometimes most liberating, choice)? It's exhausting. Utterly exhausting. And it's a constant battle with… myself.
Okay, So What *Actually* Happens When You Start? Like, Literally, What's Step One?
Step one? Deep breath. Seriously. Find a relatively small, manageable area. Like, a drawer. Or a shelf. Don’t try to tackle the entire basement at once. You'll just end up huddled in a corner, weeping, surrounded by… well, you know. Then, lay everything out. *Everything*. Even if it's messy and chaotic. And take a picture. Trust me on this. It helps you see the sheer magnitude of the problem… and later, the glorious before-and-after. And then, the most important thing. Start. Immediately! Don't overthink it. Just... start. Pick something up. Ask yourself, 'Do I need this? Do I love this? Does it spark joy (god I hate that phrase…)' And then... decide. Quick decisions are key.
What If I Get Overwhelmed? (Because, Let's Be Honest, I Probably Will.)
Oh, darling, you *will* get overwhelmed. It's practically guaranteed. When the panic sets in, and the sweat starts to pour, and you find yourself staring blankly at a pile of… *things*… here's the lifeline: Stop. Take a break. Walk away. Maybe have some tea (or wine). Maybe call a friend (preferably one who won't judge you for the state of your… *situation*.) If you are feeling even more emotional, call a therapist, and let them help you sort out the issues behind why you keep this... "stuff." If you can, set a timer. Commit to just 15 minutes. Sometimes, just knowing there's an end in sight is enough to get you through the next round of "stuff". And remember, it's okay to feel all the feels. Frustration, sadness, joy (yes, there's occasional joy!). It's a process. An imperfect, messy, often hilarious process. And that's okay. It really is. Just don't give up.
Speaking of "Stuff," What About... Sentimental Items? The *Really* Hard Stuff.
Ah, yes. The emotional landmines. The items that scream memories from every nook and cranny. Okay, this is where things get… messy. Really, REALLY messy. Some people say to photograph everything. Some say to create a "memory box." Others say to get over it. Here's what I do… I’m going to tell you a story. I had this *thing*. A tiny, plastic, garishly-colored unicorn figurine I got at a fair when I was… five? It was *hideous*. But, I loved it! My grandpa bought it for me. He's gone now. And that unicorn sat on a shelf. For decades. In the end, I thought, I *had* to keep it, I couldn't part with it. It was a symbol of him. Of my childhood. Now, it was starting to crowd another mess of items, and my grief was growing. I tried giving it away, and my sister refused! I almost threw it out! But I didn’t. I decided on a different strategy. I took a picture of the unicorn, and then, I put it in my donation pile. And guess what? I still remember my grandpa, and laugh when things remind me of him. The truth is, the memories aren't *in* the things. They're in *you*. And you can let the *thing* go, and the memory can still stay. It's ok. Really it is. Take a picture. Write down a memory. And then… well, then youPremium Stay Search
