Tangerang's Hidden Gem: Escotel Amazana by Reccoma — Unbelievable!
Escotel Amazana: Tangerang's Oasis? (Okay, Let's Be Honest…)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to spill the tea (or maybe the teh tarik, if we're being authentic) on Escotel Amazana by Reccoma. They call it a "hidden gem," and… well, sometimes the "hidden" part is the most accurate description. But before you write it off, hear me out. This ain't your cookie-cutter hotel review; this is the real, slightly frazzled, account of one human's experience.
Accessibility: The Good, The Slightly Less Good… and the Stairs That Humbled Me
First things first, Accessibility. This is a mixed bag. They do have an elevator, which is a HUGE win, especially considering how much I'd eaten at the buffet (more on that later). Wheelchair accessibility is advertised, but I’d cautiously investigate. Though they do have facilities for disabled guests, make sure to call ahead and clarify EVERYTHING.
Internet - Ah, The Lifeline of the Modern Traveler
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! YES! Praise the data gods! And the Wi-Fi was actually decent, too! I could stream my shows, even when I was pretending to work. You also get Internet [LAN] which is nice for old-schoolers, and all the usual Internet services, whatever that means. Seriously, I was happily connected to the world (and Instagramming my Pad Thai), and that's what matters. Wi-Fi in public areas was also available – useful for a quick post while waiting for my massage.
Dining, Drinking, and Sinking into Bliss
Let's dive into the most crucial element: food. Escotel Amazana offers a kaleidoscope of dining options. The Restaurants are plentiful, spanning Asian cuisine in restaurant and Western cuisine in restaurant. The Buffet in restaurant was my downfall, in the best way possible. I’m talking mountains of nasi goreng, plates overflowing with sushi, and desserts that should be illegal (but I ate them anyway). Breakfast [buffet], Asian breakfast, and Western breakfast are all on hand, so you can definitely find what you need to kick off your day the right way. There are also options I didn't get a chance to fully try out, but you can find a Coffee/tea in restaurant, and on other area's like the Poolside bar.
The Real Deal: Relax and Recharge
Now, for the good stuff. The Pool with view is absolutely stunning. I mean, stunning. I spent a solid afternoon just floating and staring up at the sky, completely zoned out. It was pure bliss. They offer a whole host of ways to relax:
- Spa/sauna: The sauna was… well, it was a sauna. Hot. Sweaty. Good.
- Massage: And the massage? Oh, the massage. It was like they’d kneaded every ounce of stress out of my body. Worth every single rupiah.
- Gym/fitness: Not my thing, but it was there. And looked pretty well-equipped.
- Steamroom: A nice touch.
Cleanliness and Safety: Safety First, Always
I'm a bit of a germaphobe, so I was paying close attention to their safety protocols. The good news: they seem to be taking things seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products were used, there was Daily disinfection in common areas, and plenty of Hand sanitizer stations. They also offered the option to Room sanitization opt-out available. The staff were all wearing masks and seemed well-trained. Rooms sanitized between stays, seemed like a given but a good one. Though there were no Doctor/nurse on call.
My Room, My Castle… (Mostly)
My Room was a comfortable little den. The Air conditioning was a lifesaver, especially after a day sweating in the Tangerang humidity. Free bottled water was a nice touch. Blackout curtains meant I could sleep in (which I definitely took advantage of). The Wi-Fi [free] worked perfectly, and the Seating area was perfect for lounging.
Services and Conveniences: The Essentials & the Extras
They thought of everything. Concierge was super helpful. Daily housekeeping kept things spick and span. There were Elevator and a Car park [free of charge]. And they even had a Smoking area. Dry cleaning and Laundry service. The Cash withdrawal was useful. Though I didn't see any Shrine.
For the Kids & Other Considerations
I'm not a parent, but I noticed the Babysitting service and the Kids facilities. There were also some Family/child friendly accommodations. Pets are Pets allowed unavailable, so no furry friends.
Getting Around
The Airport transfer was smooth and efficient, a massive win.
The Imperfections (Because Life Isn't Perfect)
Okay, let's be real. Nothing’s perfect. There were little things. A slightly wobbly table in the dining area… the occasional slow elevator. But honestly? These were minor blips. The overall experience was so good that these imperfections were easily overlooked.
Escotel Amazana: Should You Stay? A Resounding, “YES… But Read This First!”
This isn't just a hotel; it's an escape. If you’re looking for a genuine, relaxing stay away from the busy city, Escotel Amazana is a decent option. It's a place where you can truly unwind, recharge, and maybe eat just a little too much delicious buffet food (I'm not judging!).
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into my chaotic journey to Escotel Amazana By Reccoma in Tangerang, Indonesia. Prepare for a schedule so loose, it's practically falling apart at the seams. This is less "itinerary," more "existential crisis with a pool view."
Day 1: Arrival, Hopes, and Instant Regret (Mostly the latter)
- 10:00 AM (ish): Jakarta Airport. Ugh. The humidity hits you like a warm, sweaty hug from a stranger. My flight was delayed, naturally. First sign that this trip is gonna be a clown show. Wandering around, feeling like a lost sheep in a sea of batik shirts and the smell of something vaguely delicious frying. Found a coffee stand. The coffee was lukewarm and tasted suspiciously like burnt rubber. Score one for the universe, mocking my optimism already.
- 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Taxi chaos. Figuring out how to navigate the pre-booked taxi service. The driver looked like he hadn't slept in days, eyes bloodshot, radio blaring…something I couldn’t understand but I guess it was Indonesian rap. We spent the next hour weaving through traffic that would make a New York City cab driver envious. My internal monologue was a constant stream of "Is this really happening?" and "Are we going to die?".
- 12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Finally, mercifully, arrive at Escotel Amazana. The lobby is actually quite pretty. Lush plants, a surprisingly comfortable couch, and the scent of… well, I *think* it was jasmine. Immediately check in, and the front desk person smiles like they know the secret to world peace. I, feeling slightly less optimistic, want to take some of their hope but alas, I can't.
- 1:00 PM - 2:30 PM: Room reveal. My room is, well, fine. The "city view" is a collection of rooftops and, let's be honest, probably the back of someone's house. The AC blasts a freezing wind, a welcome relief from the outside oven. Unpack, or attempt to. My suitcase exploded on the floor like a particularly messy fashion show. Immediately realize I forgot to pack my shampoo.
- 2:30 PM - 4:00 PM: Poolside. The pool looks inviting. Dive in and nearly drown myself because I’m apparently a total klutz. Manage to successfully swim a lap, but then the sun hits me hard. Turns out, I sunburned. Already. This trip, already, is a total disaster.
- 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Nap time! I desperately need it. Wake up feeling even more disoriented than before. Realize I’m hungry.
- 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Decide to try the hotel restaurant. Food is… interesting. A noodle dish that tastes 80% spicy and 20% mystery ingredient. The waiter is charming, though, and the icy cold beverage saved me.
- 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Stare out the window at the aforementioned rooftops. Contemplate life, regret my life choices, and wonder if I can order room service and binge-watch something. Settle on a documentary about the life cycle of a fruit fly instead. It's oddly soothing.
- 8:00 PM: Bedtime. Or, more accurately, attempt to get some sleep. The symphony of Indonesian night sounds begins - the chirping of insects, the distant calls of…something… and the faint murmur of the AC unit. This is going to be a long night.
Day 2: A Glimmer of Hope (Maybe?!) and the Power of a Massage
- 7:00 AM: Wake up. Surprisingly, I slept. Maybe I'm starting to adjust to the chaos.
- 8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Breakfast. The buffet is decent. I loaded up on fruit, a desperate attempt to inject some health into this trip and made a mistake and ate the “spicy omelet.” My eyes watered so much that I forgot where I was. I had to sit down and try to breathe through the heat.
- 9:00 AM - 11:00 AM: The Spa! Hallelujah! Booked a Balinese massage because I'm pretty sure my shoulders have fused to my ears from all the stress. The massage is heavenly. I think I might have actually fallen asleep and drooled a little. Zero regrets. Pure bliss.
- 11:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Decided to take a tour of the hotel grounds, which are actually quite beautiful. Lush gardens, hidden nooks, and I saw a giant lizard. I was sure I was being punked.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch poolside. Ordered something… vaguely recognizable. It arrives with a flourish of fancy garnishes. The best part? It actually tasted good. Winning!
- 2:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Spent as much time as possible in the pool. I learned that I can actually float on my back. This is an accomplishment, people! This is living!
- 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: More rooftop contemplation. The sun setting with the city views are rather gorgeous. Maybe this trip isn’t a total disaster after all?
- 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner in hotel restaurant. The waiter remembered my name! The food was delicious! Maybe I can do this whole "traveling" thing after all.
- 8:00 PM: I am going to try to sleep. Wish me luck.
Day 3: The Great Escape (Or at Least, Packing)
- 7:00 AM: Wake up. Feel surprisingly… well-rested.
- 8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Breakfast again. Another fruit cocktail, because I am determined to eat something good to counteract the amount of spicy food I will also consume.
- 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Packing. Which, of course, turns into a disaster. Realize the zipper on my suitcase is broken. Panicked.
- 10:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Ask for hotel help. Surprisingly, the helpful person on the front desk says they will take care of it. They did! Score!
- 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Final swim in the pool, soaking it all in and taking a final good look at the rooftops.
- 12:00 PM: Check-out.
- 12:00 PM: Departure. Back to the airport. Maybe I've grown a little bit. Maybe this trip wasn't a complete disaster. Maybe I'll actually come back. Or maybe I'll just go home and take a nap, this time without a travel-sized bottle of disaster attached to it. Only time will tell.
So that's the gist of it. A messy, imperfect, hilarious, and honest account of my experience at Escotel Amazana. Sorry to anyone who expected a well-structured, professional itinerary. This is my brain on vacation. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Oh, you want a *topic*? Fine. Let's say it’s about… surviving. Surviving everything from that time I accidentally set fire to a microwave burrito (true story, by the way, involving smoke, panicked flailing, and a very apologetic fire extinguisher) to… well, existing in the world. It's about the messy bits, the things nobody tells you. And maybe, just maybe, finding a laugh in the wreckage.
Helpful? That depends on your definition! If by "helpful" you mean "will this magically solve your problems and make you a supremely confident, put-together human being?" then HELL NO! If, on the other hand, "helpful" means "will this make you feel slightly less alone in your own personal tornado of dysfunction," then… maybe. Probably not. But I'm trying! I think. Look, I'm winging it, okay? Just like you.
Credentials? Let’s see… I have a degree in… well, let's just call it "Life." My major was "Things Going Wrong." My minors were "Awkward Encounters" and "Overthinking Everything." Why should you listen to me? You shouldn't! I'm just some random person typing on a keyboard. But… if you're anything like me, and you're tired of the polished perfection overload, then maybe… just maybe… you'll find a little something in here that resonates. Or maybe not. No pressure. Honestly, I’m still trying to figure things out myself.
Oof. Defining moment? Oh, boy. Hmm... Okay, so, there's a bunch. But let's go with the time I tried to make a "romantic" dinner for... for… well, *someone.* It involved a store-bought frozen lasagna, a bottle of cheap wine (the kind that gives you a headache *before* you even finish a glass), and the aforementioned microwave burrito. The lasagna burned so badly, the smoke alarm went off for a solid fifteen minutes, during which I was frantically waving a dish towel at the smoke detector while simultaneously trying to prevent the dog from eating the charred lasagna. The burrito? Don't even get me started. It exploded. Like, a full-scale grease volcano. It was a disaster. The date? Cancelled. The lesson? I’m no chef. And maybe, *maybe*, I should stick to takeout from now on. But the real kicker? I spent the next week smelling faintly of burnt lasagna and shame. That taught me a lot.
Real feelings? Okay, here comes a verbal vomit. I'm a walking, talking, feeling *thing*. I get irrationally angry at slow walkers. I cry at commercials about puppies. I feel immense joy when I find a parking spot right in front of the door. I experience deep sadness when remembering… well, a lot of things. Life is hard. It's also beautiful. It’s a messy, wild ride, and sometimes, I'm just so over it. And other times? I feel like I could take on the world. It's exhausting. But I try. I really do. And that's kind of what it all boils down to, isn't it? Trying.
Okay, *actual* advice? Hmm… *deep breaths*. Here's what I've learned: Embrace the mess. Seriously. Perfection is a myth, a cruel and unattainable goal. The things that make life interesting, that make it *worth* living, are often the unexpected, the imperfect, the downright ridiculous moments. Don't be afraid to fail. Fall down? Good! Get back up, dust yourself off, and try again. Learn to laugh at yourself. It's a survival skill. And most importantly… be kind. To yourself and to everyone else. Because this life thing? We're all just fumbling our way through it, together. And hey, if you need a friend, you've found one. Even if I'm a little… well, a lot… of a mess.
What now? Honestly, I don't know. I probably need to do laundry. Maybe make some coffee. Or, you know, maybe just stare blankly at a wall for a few minutes. Whatever helps you get through the day, that’s what matters. The world is a weird and wonderful place. Let’s try to enjoy it. One slightly chaotic, potentially disastrous, and hopefully, laugh-filled moment at a time. And if the microwave catches fire again? Well, at least we’ll have another story to tell. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a burrito to avoid.
