Bangalore's BEST Hotel Near St. John's? Treebo Sahara Suites!
Bangalore's BEST Hotel Near St. John's? Treebo Sahara Suites!
Okay, strap in, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a review that's less polished brochure and more slightly-manic, caffeine-fueled rant. I'll be honest, the idea of meticulously ticking off every single item on that damn list… well, it filled me with a certain dread. But here we go, let’s get messy!
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The Descent into Hotel Hell (or Heaven? Who Knows!)… My Review of [Hotel Name]
Alright, so I just got back from a stay at [Hotel Name]… and let me tell you, it was an experience. More of a rollercoaster, actually. Buckle up, because we're going to cover EVERYTHING.
Accessibility: (Bless 'Em)
First off, let's give props where props are due: accessibility. They seemed to actually give a damn. Elevators? Check. Wide hallways? Check. The phrase "facilities for disabled guests"? Actually present, not just a sneaky checkbox. HUGE PLUS. I didn't personally need any assistance beyond the normal clumsy human routine, but I saw enough to be impressed. I'm giving them bonus points for not pretending every step is "easy."
On-site Goodies (The Stomach's Guide): Restaurants & Lounges
- On-site accessible restaurants: Yeah! Good. I could get my clumsy butt to the buffet.
- Restaurants: Okay, so we had a range. They had everything: an Asian restaurant (decent – more on that later), a Western dining spot (tried it once to satisfy curiosity and got some great ribs), and a casual spot. The options felt pretty endless, but I do wish they'd swapped out a few of the Western items to be Asian-inspired.
- Poolside Bar: This was my happy place. Picture this: me, sprawled on a sun lounger (more on the pool situation later), a cocktail in hand, watching the world go by. Pure bliss. Happy hour was… well, it was happy. Nothing ground-breaking, but a good enough way to pass an hour or two.
The Wheelchair Factor:
Again, I can't give a full, definitive review on wheelchair accessibility, but from what I saw… it looked good. Everything seemed thoughtfully laid out.
Internet, Internet, Everywhere (Including the Bathroom, Probably):
- Internet: The whole reason I could write this… well, that and the enormous amount of caffeine I've consumed.
- Free Wi-Fi in All Rooms!: PRAISE BE! And it actually worked! I've been to hotels where they promise free Wi-Fi and then you're stuck with a connection speed slower than a snail on tranquilizers. Here? Solid. Could stream, could work, could stalk exes on Facebook – all good.
- Internet [LAN]: Didn't try it. Who uses LAN anymore?! (Besides my dad.)
- Internet Services: Standard stuff. Nothing mind-blowing.
- Wi-Fi in Public Areas: Yep, it was there, and it worked. No complaints!
Things to Do, Ways to Relax (The Spa & the Gym – Oh, the Gym):
- Body scrub/wrap/massage: The spa was… okay. (Don't tell them I said that.) The massage table was comfier! And the treatment I got was nice, if a bit generic. Overall, a good way to kill a few hours, but it was probably too easy to fall asleep.
- Fitness center/Gym/fitness: The gym… now THIS was a mixed bag. Equipment seemed pretty up-to-date, but the vibe was… intense. Lots of grunting, sweat, and serious faces. I prefer a slightly more relaxed atmosphere when I'm trying to pretend to be healthy. (Maybe I'm judging, maybe I just wasn't ready to face the mirror after a night of cocktails…)
- Pool with view/Swimming pool [outdoor]: Okay, THE POOL. It was gorgeous. Infinity edge, overlooking… something. I forgot what. All I remember is the feeling of perfect warmth, the glint of the sun on the water, and a fleeting thought of, "Maybe I could be a morning person." (Spoiler: I am not.)
- Sauna/Spa/Steamroom/Spa/sauna: I'm not really a sauna person. I tried it once, mostly to say I did, and then I sat for 15 minutes and ran out of the room. (Did I mention I am a bad sauna person?) The smell of eucalyptus was pleasant, though.
Cleanliness and Safety (The COVID Chronicles):
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Yep, they said.
- Breakfast in room/Breakfast takeaway service: Available.
- Cashless payment service: Thank God.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: I saw it happening. Constantly.
- Doctor/nurse on call/First aid kit: Present and accounted for.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. I wouldn't be surprised if it was in the air vents.
- Hot water linen and laundry washing: Good.
- Hygiene certification: They had it!
- Individually-wrapped food options: Check.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Mostly observed.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services/Room sanitization opt-out available/Rooms sanitized between stays: Good. I feel pretty safe there.
- Safe dining setup: Yes.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Absolutely.
- Shared stationery removed: Good.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed like it.
- Sterilizing equipment: No idea, but I'm sure they had it.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Fueling the Review):
- A la carte in restaurant: Yes.
- Alternative meal arrangement: Probably. I didn't try to be difficult.
- Asian breakfast/Asian cuisine in restaurant: The Asian breakfast was pretty decent. Spring rolls, congee, all the good stuff.
- Bar: See above.
- Bottle of water: Free, in the room. Essential.
- Breakfast [buffet]/Breakfast service: Buffet was good. No complaints.
- Buffet in restaurant: Yep.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant/Coffee shop: Yes.
- Desserts in restaurant: Delicious and dangerous.
- Happy hour: See above.
- International cuisine in restaurant: See above.
- Poolside bar: Heaven.
- Restaurants: More than enough.
- Room service [24-hour]: Essential for those late-night cravings (and/or existential crises).
- Salad in restaurant/Soup in restaurant: Present.
- Snack bar: Yes.
- Vegetarian restaurant: No, not a dedicated one, but options available.
- Western breakfast/Western cuisine in restaurant: See above.
Services and Conveniences (The Little Things that Matter)
- Air conditioning in public area: Absolutely. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.
- Audio-visual equipment for special events: Likely (didn't attend any),
- Business facilities: standard.
- Cash withdrawal: Yes.
- Concierge: Helpful.
- Contactless check-in/out: Yes!
- Convenience store: Yes!
- Currency exchange: Yes.
- Daily housekeeping: Spot on.
- Doorman: Always there.
- Dry cleaning/Elevator/Essential condiments/Facilities for disabled guests/Food delivery/Gift/souvenir shop: All present.
- Indoor venue for special events/Invoice provided/Ironing service/Laundry service/Luggage storage/Meeting/banquet facilities/Meetings/Meeting stationery/On-site event hosting/Outdoor venue for special events/Projector/LED display/Safety deposit boxes/Seminars/Shrine/Smoking area/Terrace/Wi-Fi for special events/Xerox/fax in business center: There.
For the Kids:
- **Babysitting service/Family/child
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your sanitized, corporate travel brochure itinerary. This is real life, Bangalore-style, from the perspective of a person who probably packed way too many shoes. And we're starting smack-dab in the shadow of St. John's, at the gloriously named, but slightly less glamorous, Treebo Sahara Suites. Here we go…
Bangalore Blunders & Brilliant Bits: A Messy, Honest, and Slightly Over-Caffeinated Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival & Architectural Appraisal (Plus the Inevitable Jet Lag Hangover)
- 9:00 AM: Arrived at Kempegowda International Airport (BLR). Okay, first thought? Humidity. Intense, face-sticking humidity. Second thought? Did I REALLY need to bring that leather jacket? Third thought? Where's my damn SIM card? After the usual airport chaos (seriously, why do they always make everything so far apart?), finally made it to the pre-booked car. The driver, bless his cotton socks, was lovely, even though I'm pretty sure he judged my luggage situation. Anyway, we're off!
- 10:30 AM: Check-in to Treebo Sahara Suites. Okay, so "suite" is a bit of a stretch. It's a perfectly decent, clean room, though. The AC is cranking, which is a blessing. The view? Let's just say it's… architectural. Very architectural. Lots of concrete, some colorful washing lines, and the promise of something delicious just outside.
- 11:00 AM: Immediate need for coffee. Seriously, I'm a walking zombie right now. Found a little cafe (name forgotten - jet lag, remember?) a short walk away. Ordered a South Indian filter coffee. OH. MY. GOD. That stuff is pure, liquid ambrosia. Seriously considering moving here just for the coffee.
- 12:00 PM: A quick nap. The most beautiful, refreshing nap ever. I woke up feeling like a new women, completely refreshed.
- 2:00 PM: Finally! I decided to take the plunge and head towards the St. John's Medical College and Hospital. Let's see, walking distance from the suite. But, I will admit it's quite a walk, and I'm still trying to navigate the chaos of Bangalore's streets. I was a bit overwhelmed to be honest, so I just spent some time to walk into the park and unwind, let my mind be at peace for a bit.
- 3:00 PM: I have the urge to find a local shop. I thought it would be a great idea to buy some local products, but I had no idea where to go, so I just walked straight to the streets nearby. There, I saw some nice clothes I'd love to buy, but I was very hesitant because I'm not sure if I should negotiate. I finally got the courage to do it. What do you know? I did! I bought some nice clothes with great prices.
- 5:00 PM: Dinner at a restaurant I found on Google nearby the hotel. The food was amazing and it didn't take a lot of time. It was also affordable!
- 6:00 PM: Headed back to the hotel, completely drained, but happy. Jet lag is a cruel mistress.
Day 2: Exploring the Garden City (and Possibly Getting Utterly Lost)
- 9:00 AM: Coffee! Coffee! Coffee! That's the mantra for today. Exploring the local shops nearby, I decided to buy some cookies and coffee.
- 10:00 AM: Decided to take a bus heading into the city. I've heard of the Bangalore Palace, right? Right. Google Maps open, fingers crossed. I swear I saw an auto-rickshaw driver waving me into his vehicle. I'm terrified of auto-rickshaws. They look like tiny, motorized death traps.
- 11:30 AM: Bangalore Palace. Okay, it's stunning. Like something out of a fairytale. Feeling very regal. Took approximately a million photos. (Mostly of the ceilings - they're gorgeous). The crowds though? That's the main problem. I had to nudge people out of the way to get a decent shot of the architecture, but at least I can still admire the view. The gardens were a nice escape, too. So much greenery.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch. Found a lovely (but extremely crowded) restaurant near the Palace. The dosa was incredible, though. Like, seriously, best dosa of my life. The waiter looked at me strangely because I ordered three. I regret nothing.
- 2:30 PM: Okay, time to head to the nearby gardens, I can't remember the name. They're a bit of a walk, so I can't wait to see what's there. Let's see…
- 3:00 PM: Okay, I managed to get to the gardens. And I must say, they're stunning. I just can't believe how much time I spent admiring the views, it's simply breathtaking! I decided to sit and wander a bit to let my mind be at peace for a bit.
- 5:00 PM: More shopping! Because, well, I can't leave the place without buying a few more things. I need some more clothes, and the local shop is perfect because it has everything I need.
- 6:00 PM: Headed back to the hotel, got a nice shower.
Day 3: Food Adventures & Bangalore's Bustle (Plus Maybe A Little Panic)
- 9:00 AM: Okay, Coffee. This is becoming an addiction.
- 10:00 AM: Decided to explore the local markets. I am absolutely going to get lost. Probably multiple times. Wish me luck.
- 11:00 AM - 2:00 PM: Okay, the market. Whoa. Overwhelming. Sensory overload! I saw spices, jewellery, clothes, flowers. Negotiated with a few vendors (success!), smelled some amazing things I don’t recognize, and got completely and utterly turned around. I am currently sitting on a bench, eating a samosa, feeling a little bit triumphant for having survived. My feet hurt. My bag is heavy. And I'm pretty sure I'm carrying at least three different types of chili powder.
- 2:30 PM: Lunch. Found a hidden gem of a food stall in a side street. The biryani was out of this world. Seriously, I’m starting to think I could live on biryani alone.
- 4:00 PM: Coffee break. I needed it. Badly.
- 5:00 PM: Back to Sahara Suites, for a quick rest and a quick change of clothes.
- 6:00 PM: Time for a final restaurant nearby. The last meal had to be good, and yes. It was. Time to sleep.
Day 4: Farewell Bangalore (Or at Least, See You Later, Bangalore!)
- 9:00 AM: Coffee. Seriously, this is a problem.
- 10:00 AM: A final stroll in the streets nearby.
- 12:00 PM: Check out of Treebo Sahara Suites. Honestly, it wasn’t glamorous, but it was clean, functional, and served its purpose perfectly.
- 1:00 PM: Ride to the airport. Bangalore, you were intense. You were chaotic. You were delicious. And you left me wanting more (and needing to take a nap for about a week).
- 2:00 PM: Boarding. The end.
Post-Trip Thoughts:
- The Coffee: Still dreaming of it.
- The People: Generally friendly and helpful, even when I was clearly lost and confused.
- The Traffic: A beast. Learn to embrace the chaos.
- Would I Go Back? Absolutely. With a bigger suitcase for souvenirs, a stronger tolerance for spice, and a dedicated coffee fund.
- Rating the Treebo Sahara Suites: 3.5 stars. Comfortable, convenient, and did the job. Nothing fancy, but perfectly acceptable. Plus, that coffee shop was right across the street… and I'm already starting to miss it.
So, what *is* this FAQ even *about*? Seriously?
Alright, good question! You're not the first to ask. Honestly, *I'm* not entirely sure. I think it's about… life. Or maybe… surviving life. Or maybe just the things I’ve stumbled through, head-first, in a state of glorious chaos. Let’s just say it’s about *me* and the stuff rattling around in my overly caffeinated brain. Prepare yourself. It's gonna be… varied.
Are you a professional? Should I take any of this seriously?
Ha! Professional? Honey, the only thing I'm a professional at is procrastinating and making questionable life choices. Do *not* take this seriously. Unless you want to laugh. Or maybe cry. Or maybe both! Look, I'm just a person, same as you, flailing around in the void. Consider this therapy, but cheaper, and without the awkward couch. And no guarantees about actual help.
Okay, okay, so *what* kind of questions will you answer? Give me an example!
Alright, let's go with a classic: *How do you deal with crippling self-doubt?* Here's my take:
Okay, so, self-doubt. Oh, *that's* a fun one, isn't it? It's like that inner bully who never shuts up, right? Mine has a tiny little megaphone and a penchant for telling me I'm a complete and utter failure. For *years*, I thought it was just… normal? Like, everyone was secretly terrified they were terrible people faking their way through life.
The first time I showed my writing to someone, I was *convinced* they'd laugh in my face. I legitimately considered moving to a remote cabin and raising goats instead. True story. I spent a week just staring at the ceiling, paralyzed by the impending judgement.
So, *how* did I deal with it? Honestly? Poorly, for a long time. I’d shut down, or I'd over-analyze *everything*. I'd rewrite things a thousand times. My prose was so polished it was like a perfectly polished, empty shell. No real content.
Eventually, and this is a recent development, I started doing the following:
* **Acknowledge the Bully:** First things first: "Yep, there it is. The voice of doom." It's almost like acknowledging a toddler who's throwing a tantrum. It doesn’t *stop* it, but it helps you get a *tiny* bit of distance.
* **Fake It 'Til You Make It (and then Some):** I *forced* myself to keep writing, even when it felt like my brain was turning to pudding. I set ridiculous deadlines, because hey, who cares if someone else judges it? And, sometimes, it *does* actually work.
* **Embrace the Cringe:** This feels weird, but you have to! I've learned that the absolute WORST thing you can do is hide your mistakes. Then, you can’t learn from them.
It's a work in *progress*. Still battling the inner naysayer every day, but, at least I'm not hiding in a goat barn. Yet.
What's the deal with your… *ahem*… writing style? It's a bit… all over the place.
Okay, let's get it out in the open: I am *not* perfect. I am messy. I am chaotic. I am… me. Think of this as a literary *blob*. Sometimes I wander around in a stream-of-consciousness kinda way. The structure might be a little… flabby. I ramble. I interrupt myself. I get emotional. I'm not trying to be a perfect robot. I'm just me. And it’s gonna be imperfect. Get over it.
You seem to have a lot of... *feelings*. What's *that* about?
Oh, the feelings! Yeah, they’re kinda… prominent. Look, I'm a human. I feel things. Sometimes I feel GREAT. Sometimes I feel like curling up in a ball and disappearing. It's the human condition, right? If you want sterile, detached answers, you're in the wrong place, friend. I'm all about the messy, complicated, hilarious, heartbreaking *truth*. Prepare for a flood. And maybe some questionable metaphors. I’m a bit partial to those.
Okay, I'm game. What's the worst thing that's ever happened to you? (If you're willing to share, of course.)
Whoa, deep end, much? Okay, alright, fine. Let's go with… the time I completely and utterly bombed a job interview. This isn't just "oh, I stumbled over my words". No, no. This was a *catastrophe* of epic proportions.
It was for a job I *really* wanted. I'd prepped for weeks! Researched the company, practiced answers, bought a new blazer that was… *slightly* itchy. I walked in feeling confident, thinking I had this in the BAG.
Then… *everything* went wrong.
First, the chair. It was one of those swivelly, rolling desk chairs. I went to sit down and promptly *almost fell over*. The panel’s faces went blank, and I probably turned an alarming shade of crimson.
Next, the questions. I KNEW what the questions would be but under pressure my brain decided it speak gibberish. So I was flailing like a fish out of water. All I could do was stammer and sweat.
Then there was the *coffee*. I'd had a little too much caffeine that morning. I started to get a little shaky, the heart palpitations were like a drum solo. And THEN, with a theatrical flourish, I knocked over the coffee cup. onto the floor. And onto the panel.
They looked horrified. I said the wrong things. The room seemed to close in on me. I swear, I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I mumbled some apologies, and practically fled the room.
I was mortified for days. I seriously considered changing my name and moving to a yurt in Mongolia. I hated myself.
It was a *terrible* experience. And you know what? I’m a little better because I got through it. (And yes, I’m still scarred.) But I’m still here.
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