Escape to Paradise: Jakarta's Hottest Romance Studio!
Escape to Paradise: Jakarta's Hottest Romance Studio!
Escape to Paradise: Jakarta's Hottest Romance Studio - Or, Did I Just Spend Too Much on a Towel?
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just emerged from "Escape to Paradise" in Jakarta, and my credit card is currently weeping. But honestly? So am I – with a weird mix of satisfaction and mild existential dread. This place… it's an experience, alright. Let’s dive into this tangled ball of jasmine scents and inflated price tags.
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Accessibility (and the Dread of the Elevator):
Alright, so first things first: accessibility. They say "Escape to Paradise" is accessible. And, on paper, they're right. They boast "Facilities for disabled guests" AND "Wheelchair accessible". There's an elevator – a slow, clunky, slightly terrifying elevator that makes you feel like you're about to descend into the Mariana Trench every time you hit a button. Seriously, I spent more time wondering if the elevator was going to eat me than I did relaxing in the spa! (More like "Escape to Slightly Terrifying Elevator") But, once you do reach your floor, the rooms seem to be okay – wide enough for a wheelchair, from what I could see. Did I actually test it with a wheelchair? Nope. Let's be real, I'm just trying to survive the buffet at this point.
Dining, Drinking, and the Ongoing Assault on My Wallet:
Okay, the food. Where do I even begin? Remember that existential dread I mentioned? Part of it's the price of a single, measly bottle of water at the poolside bar. (Shivers). The place has a plethora of options. Too many. And expensive ones. They've got “A la carte in restaurant,” multiple restaurants, “Asian cuisine,” "International cuisine," and a “Vegetarian restaurant” (phew!). I'm not sure how they manage all of it. My attempt at the "Breakfast [buffet]" was… a learning experience. Picture this: a beautifully presented buffet… until you get to the actual food. The omelets, bless their hearts, looked and tasted like they'd been sitting under a heat lamp since the last ice age. The coffee? Weak. The juice? Probably made of unicorn tears considering the price. I did find a decent croissant, though. Small victories.
- On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Didn't see any real problems, though access throughout the property.
- Poolside bar: (See above… expensive, but the view is great, if you forget about the price of a drink)
The Spa - Where My Wallet Went to Die (and I Didn't Mind):
Now this is where "Escape to Paradise" earns its name. The spa? Absolutely divine. Even if the price tag is not. My "Body wrap" and "Massage" were pure bliss. The massage therapist, bless her (they had several) was phenomenal. Not sure if the "Body scrub" was worth the extra cost (it was), but I felt like a brand new person. They offer various spa services (spa/sauna, steamroom, Foot bath). The sauna was a hot box of relaxation, and the steam room practically melted away the stress I'd accumulated just trying to book a massage. Seriously, I could have stayed in there for hours.
- Things to do, ways to relax: (See Above).
- Pool with view: Absolutely Stunning. The pool, outdoor (Swimming pool [outdoor]), is gorgeous, and the view is breathtaking. I spent a solid afternoon just floating and staring at the city. (Even the sky and its reflection on the water).
- Sauna/ Spa/ Steamroom: All fantastic.
- Fitness Center: It's there, I think. Actually, I think I saw it. Maybe. (I was too busy contemplating spending more time at the spa, lol.)
Cleanliness and Safety - The New Normal (and the Constant Sanitizing):
Okay, let's talk about the current state of the world and all of its germ-filled anxieties. "Escape to Paradise" takes cleanliness seriously. Like, obsessively seriously. They have "Anti-viral cleaning products", "Daily disinfection in common areas", "Hand sanitizer" dispensers everywhere, "Rooms sanitized between stays", and "Professional-grade sanitizing services". There's also a "Doctor/nurse on call", in case all the sanitizing gives you a nervous breakdown. They even offer "Room sanitization opt-out available". I didn’t opt out. Considering the state of the world, I'm not against it, but honestly, it felt a little… sterile, at times. It's hard to truly relax when you feel like you're constantly being watched by invisible germs. But hey, at least I didn't get sick!
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Yes, very evident.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed so!
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Pretty well enforced.
Rooms, Glorious Rooms (and the Cost of Coffee):
My room was… stunning. Seriously. The "Air conditioning" worked flawlessly. The "Bed" was massive and comfortable, I slept so well (I also paid a lot to sleep so well, but what option do I have?) I loved the "Blackout curtains" and the "Soundproofing". I even had "Complimentary tea" (ha! Like I didn't order the ridiculously expensive coffee every damn morning anyway!). The "Bathroom phone" was a bit odd (who calls from the bathroom?! Is that still done?). The "Bathtub" was big enough to swim in. I spent a solid hour, maybe more, luxuriating in it, ignoring the nagging feeling that the whole room cost more than my car.
- Available in all rooms: (See detailed description above)
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: YES!
- Internet [LAN] - Internet services: Yes. (See above)
Services and Conveniences: The Hidden Fees of Paradise:
"Escape to Paradise" has a ton of "Services and conveniences". But be warned: many of these conveniences come at a price. "Concierge"? Helpful, but expect a hidden fee on your bill for their "help." "Dry cleaning"? Expensive. "Laundry service"? Even more expensive. The "Doorman"? Always smiling, always ready to hold your bags… and always expecting a tip. I swear, I spent more on tips than I did on actual souvenirs.
- Airport transfer: (Available, for a fee)
- Car park [free of charge]: Nice bonus!
- Daily housekeeping: Excellent.
- Food delivery: Available, for a fee (naturally).
- Cash withdrawal: (Good to have!)
- Gift/souvenir shop: (Convenient… and pricey).
- Valet parking: (Useful, if you have the money).
- Contactless check-in/out: Great option, but I prefer a human.
- Luggage storage: They have it!
- Air conditioning in public area: Crucial.
- Breakfast in room: Yes! (But not really worth it)
For the Kids (Good for the Kids?):
Look, I don't have any kids. But "Escape to Paradise" claims to be "Family/child friendly." They offer "Babysitting service," and "Kids facilities," and even "Kids meal." However, the overall vibe of this place strikes me as more "Romantic couple's retreat" than "Family fun zone." Maybe I'm wrong. But I saw a couple of screaming children at the buffet once, and it immediately deflated the tranquil serenity I was trying to cultivate.
The Verdict: Worth It? (Maybe):
So, is "Escape to Paradise" worth the price? That's… complicated. It's undeniably beautiful. The spa is heaven. The rooms are luxurious. The service is generally excellent. But the constant feeling of being nickel-and-dimed? The exorbitant prices of EVERYTHING? The slightly sterile atmosphere? It all leaves a bit of a sour taste in your mouth (that even a gourmet croissant can't quite erase).
My advice? Splurge. Indulge. But maybe bring a second credit card, and a therapist. Because, honestly, I think I need one after all this.
Patty's Place: Mendrisio's BEST Apartments! (La Bettola)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your grandma's perfectly-formatted travel itinerary. This is a travel diary, a chaotic symphony of caffeine jitters and existential dread, all happening within the hallowed (and probably slightly dusty) halls of a Romance Studio Unit in Green Pramuka City, Jakarta.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Padang Food Debacle
Timestamp: Noon (ish) - Okay, so I intended to arrive perfectly on time. You know, the "graceful, sophisticated traveler" type. Instead, I was a sweaty, slightly panicked mess, wrestling with my suitcase and the Grab driver who swore he knew where the Green Pramuka City entrance was. Turns out, "knowing" and "actually knowing" are two very different things. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of circling, I get to the unit. First impressions? Smaller than I imagined. But, hey, the air conditioning works! Score. (Also, is that…a lingering scent of…fried something? Fingers crossed it's not a ghost.)
Timestamp: 2:00 PM - The Padang Predicament: Found a little Padang restaurant downstairs. Nasi Padang is supposed to be Indonesian heaven, right? The rice, the curries, the…everything. I dive in headfirst. Big mistake. My mouth is on FIRE. Like, nuclear-level spicy. Tears are streaming down my face. I'm desperately gulping down water like it's the last drop on Earth. The friendly waitresses are looking at me with a mixture of pity and amusement. I swear, I think one of them snuck into the kitchen and told me to give the food "a good lick." I'm probably going to regret this later. Totally worth it, though. Sort of.
Timestamp: 4:00 PM - Unit Exploration and Existential Crisis: Back at the little studio, I try to settle in, but I’m just staring at the walls. The walls are white, with some weird, abstract art. It makes me feel a bit disoriented. I think I'm going to have an existential crisis, no joke. I am so alone, in this tiny apartment unit. There is a balcony. I have a balcony! I could sit outside and watch the world go by. Maybe I should.
- Messy Thought 1: Do I actually like being alone? This is supposed to be a solo trip, a time for self-discovery. But right now, I just miss my cat. Seriously.
- Messy Thought 2: Did I remember to pack enough snacks? This is crucial.
Timestamp: 7:00 PM - Sunset (and the Mosquito Massacre) The balcony turns out to be a mosquito paradise, or, more accurately, my personal mosquito buffet. I manage to watch the sunset, beautiful as it is despite the tiny, blood-sucking devils, but it's cut short by an all-out mosquito attack. (Note: Buy mosquito repellent tomorrow. And maybe a flamethrower.)
Timestamp: 9:00 PM - Netflix and the Sadness - Giving up on the idea of being productive or charming. Netflix and chill it is. Except I'm chilling by myself. And watching a rom-com which is probably a terrible idea. My stomach's still a bit tender from the Padang experience. Should probably eat something other than chips.
Day 2: Lost in the Market, Found in the Coffee
Timestamp: 8:00 AM - Breakfast Failure: Woke up starving. The unit's "kitchen" is more of a… kitchenette, let's be honest. I attempt to make instant noodles. Fail. The noodles stick together. I burn some of the water. Sigh. Decided to just eat those snacks I packed.
Timestamp: 10:00 AM - Exploring the Area (and the Unexpected Panic Attack): Decided to be brave and venture outside the apartment complex. There's a local market nearby. I wander into the chaos of the market. So much noise, the smells – spices, durian (oh god, the durian!), and something vaguely fishy. I slowly start to lose it. Suddenly, I feel a wave of anxiety. (I'm not usually this dramatic, I swear!) I feel like I can't breathe, the crowd feels like it's closing in, and everyone is staring at me. I need to get out, now! I hightail it back to the apartment, heart pounding. Maybe solo travel isn't for me, at least with large crowds.
Timestamp: 11:00 AM - Coffee Therapy (and the Best Kopi Susu Ever): Needed caffeine. Desperately. Found a tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. They serve kopi susu (coffee with condensed milk), and it's divine. Seriously, the coffee transcends me. It feels like a warm hug, a moment of peace in the chaos. The barista, a young guy with kind eyes, sees me looking overwhelmed and smiles. He doesn't say anything. He just makes me another cup.
Timestamp: 1:00 PM - Poolside Re-Evaluation: The apartment has a pool! I am at the poolside, trying to soak up the sun. The water looks inviting. I am re-thinking my life choices. I should be out there, exploring, but I'm still overwhelmed. The coffee is wearing off.
Timestamp: 4:00 PM - Trying to Be Cultural (and Failing Graciously): I thought I'd try to be a sophisticated traveler, so I hopped onto a ride-sharing app. I want to go see the National Museum in Jakarta. I am waiting for my driver and the app is bugging, not letting me get a ride. I failed miserably.
- Messy Observation: The traffic is hell on earth. At least I got some quality people-watching in.
Timestamp: 7:00 PM - Dinner and a (Slightly Less Sad) Dinner: Walked around and found a little warung (a small, local eatery) near the apartment. Ordered something that looked vaguely familiar. It's delicious, and cheaper than instant noodles!
Timestamp: 9:00 PM - Journaling and a Glimmer of Hope: Back in the unit, I write in my journal (which I have been neglecting). Some thoughts are pouring out. Despite the day's ups and downs, the panic attack, the moments of doubt, and the general awkwardness, at least I'm here, on my own, pushing myself past my comfort zone. Maybe this solo travel thing isn't so terrible after all.
Day 3: Dodging the Rain, Embracing the Unexpected
Timestamp: 8:00 AM - Breakfast and Budgetary Realization: Another attempt to make coffee. Success! Small victories. The remaining chips are quickly running out, and I'm starting to realize I'm probably overspending on eating out all the time. Budget adjustment is required, STAT!
Timestamp: 10:00 AM - The Rain and the "Lost Tourist" Look: It starts raining. Like, really raining. I had grand plans for exploring more, but now I'm trapped in the unit. I briefly considered venturing out in the downpour but quickly rethought that. I look out the window, at the rain, and consider my existence. I realize, the rain outside is pretty, but the inside is still pretty, too.
Timestamp: 1:00 PM - (Accidental) Local Food Adventure: The rain eventually subsides. I decide to be adventurous and order food delivery. I pick a random menu. I end up with something I can't even pronounce. But! It's really tasty!
Timestamp: 3:00 PM - More Netflix and the Sudden Urge to Buy Souvenirs: Back to Netflix. It’s the easiest option. But maybe I also should buy souvenirs. I'm starting to think of people I know.
Timestamp: 6:00 PM - Finding the Grocery Store: I take a walk around the Green Pramuka area to find a grocery store to purchase more snacks. I start to recognize some of the faces of other tenants. I begin to feel that the city slowly is becoming more familiar.
Timestamp: 8:00 PM - Packing My Bags (and My Feelings): I finish packing. My emotions are at a good equilibrium. The whole trip, from the plane ride to the grocery shopping, was overwhelming. But overall, it was a good time.
End of Trip Notes:
This hasn't been the picture-perfect vacation I envisioned. There have been moments of joy, moments of terror, and a whole lot of caffeine. But that's life, isn't it? This Jakarta trip? It was messy, imperfect, and surprisingly…good. I'm leaving with more than just a tan and a (probably overstuffed) suitcase.
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Escape to Paradise: Jakarta's Hottest Romance Studio – FAQs (Because Let's Be Honest, You Have Questions!)
Okay, Okay, So What *Exactly* Is This 'Escape to Paradise' Place? Is It Just... What I Think It Is?
Alright, let's be blunt. Escape to Paradise (ETP, as the cool kids – and the slightly despondent – call it) is a "romance studio." Translation? Think elaborate, themed photoshoots designed to, shall we say, *ignite* the flames. They've got everything from, according to the brochure, "exotic jungle encounters" (which, in reality, looked more like a very well-lit plant shop with oversized ferns) to "historical reenactments" (pretty sure the French Revolution didn't involve this much airbrushing... or, you know, *me*). The brochure itself is already a red flag. Seriously, the font choices alone… but I digress.
Basically, you're paying for a fantasy. Whether that fantasy’s good or awful is the real question, and one I wrestled with for approximately 72 hours after my experience.
Can I, Like, Go Solo? 'Cause My Love Life Is Currently a Desert Wasteland.
God, I FEEL you. And the answer is… *mostly* yes. You *can* go solo. They have packages for it. But, and this is a HUGE but, imagine wandering around looking like a lonely sap in a “Romantic Pirate on the High Seas” set. It’s probably going to be more heartbreaking than hot.
One lady, I swear, spent the entire shoot in the "Egyptian Queen" setup just *staring* at a prop cobra. It was… something. I actually felt bad for the photographer. I think I witnessed her quietly weeping into her latte after.
So, yes, you *can*. Should you? Maybe bring a friend to provide moral support, a much-needed distraction… or just a willing accomplice to your descent into romantic absurdity.
How Much Does This All Cost? My Bank Account Is Already Crying.
Ah, the price of romance. It's… *variable*. Let's just say it's not cheap. Not cheap at all. I'm pretty sure they're pricing in the sheer amount of hairspray alone. Prices range… a lot. Depending on the package, the number of outfits (the "Pirate's Plunder" package included a *ridiculous* number of sparkly vests for some reason), how many digital photos you can download, and the level of airbrushing you choose (seriously, the airbrushing… you could launch a career as a face model after they're done).
I went for the "Jungle Fever" package. I don't wanna talk about the price. My credit card still hasn't forgiven me. Let’s just say, I now eat instant noodles. But hey, at least I have the memories… and the airbrushed abs! (Which aren't mine, but still.)
I'm Awkward AF. Will I Just Die of Cringe the Entire Time?
Okay, listen. Escape to Paradise? It *thrives* on awkwardness. It's practically the fuel that keeps the place running. Every single person there is trying so hard, and failing hilariously in their own unique ways. It’s part of the charm, maybe... or maybe that's just me trying to justify the money I spent.
The photographers are usually good-natured, even when you’re mumbling your way through posing like a smoldering Viking as you try not to trip over a strategically placed boulder. Mine was a sweet guy, but he kept accidentally calling me "Sergeant." I think he was just exhausted. So, yes, you'll probably cringe. But embrace it! It's the shared awkwardness that binds you to the experience. And hey, at least you'll have photos to laugh at later. Or, you know, to burn in a cathartic bonfire of shame. Up to you.
Are the Costumes… Good? Or Just Like, Really, *Really* Cheap?
This is a mixed bag, my friends. Some of the costumes are genuinely impressive. Others… well, let’s just say that the "Medieval Knight" armor looked remarkably… plastic. And the "Cleopatra" outfit? I swear I saw that exact same fabric at Pasar Baru's curtain section the week before.
The "Jungle Fever" outfit… OH, THE JUNGLE FEVER OUTFIT. Let's just say it involved a lot of strategically placed leaves and a top that threatened to malfunction at any moment. My friend pointed out that my bra was far more visible than my actual face. I still can’t look at that photo. On the plus side, the makeup artist was a magician and did a great job of hiding my sheer terror.
My tip? Don’t expect historical accuracy. Expect… interpretation. And possibly a wardrobe malfunction or two. Embrace the chaos.
What About the Photographers? Are They Creepy?
Right, this is Important. I am not a fan of generalizations. But, from what I saw… mostly not creepy. They're generally young, overworked, and have a decent sense of humor. They *have* seen it all, I'm sure. They're probably just trying to make a living. It helps if you arrive having a decent amount of faith in humanity. But if you're getting bad vibes, trust your gut. Report it. Walk out if you have to. Your safety is the most important thing.
So, Are the Photos Actually… Good? Or Is This Just Going to Be a Disaster?
Okay, let's be honest. They *are* going to *mostly* look like you're trying *really* hard. The background might be a little wobbly (those "jungle" backdrops looked like they were about one good sneeze away from collapsing). The poses… let’s just say I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle trying to look "sultry" leaning against a plastic vine. And the lighting… well, it's intense.
But. (There's always a but, isn't there?) They can actually be quite fun. Maybe not "good" in the professional sense, but definitely memorable. And, with the right amount of airbrushing (which, let’s be real, you *will* need), they can be *hilarious*. And isn’t that what life is all about? Looking utterly ridiculous with some friends?
Mine were… well, I wouldn't frame them next to the Mona Lisa. But they make me laugh. And sometimes… just sometimes… I think I almost look… attractive. Almost. Maybe. Okay, fine. Mostly hilarious. Good enough
Any Advice for Surviving This… Experience?
YES. Oh, god, yes. Here are my hard-won, instant-noodle-fueled nuggets of wisdom:
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