Mumbai's Hidden Gem: Treebo Arvind Residency Review (You Won't Believe This!)
Mumbai's Hidden Gem: Treebo Arvind Residency Review (You Won't Believe This!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your usual dry-as-toast hotel review. I'm diving headfirst into analyzing this place, warts and all, and you're coming with me. Let's call this… Hotel Confessions.
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(The Meat and Potatoes (and Maybe a Side of Regret))
Right, so the Hotel Confessions begin. I recently stayed at… well, let's call it The Grand Splendor for the sake of anonymity (and because I'm not quite ready to unleash the full wrath of the actual hotel's marketing team). The blurb promised paradise, a sprawling oasis of luxury blah blah blah. Let's see if the reality matched the hype, shall we?
Accessibility: This is where I instantly perked up. I'm a huge accessibility advocate, so this is a make-or-break for me. The brochure claimed "wheelchair accessible" and "facilities for disabled guests." Okay, let's start there. The Grand Splendor, bless its cotton socks, mostly delivers…sort of. The lobby? Grand, spacious, easy to navigate. The elevators? Blessedly wide enough for my metaphorical (and sometimes literal) luggage train. But the hallways? Ah, the hallways. Some were slightly narrow, and the carpet… well, let's just say it was a bit of a challenge for anyone using a stick or wheelchair – I wasn't impressed, but did have to fight my way down the passages. The pool area? Mostly smooth sailing, glorious outdoor swimming pool. The accessible rooms themselves? Generally well-equipped, but I'm picky (and rightly so!). The bathrooms had grab bars (hallelujah!) but the showerheads? Pointing at the damn ceiling. Some things are an issue. Overall I give it a B+. It could be a lot better and is not as accessible due to the hallway challenges.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: The main restaurant was accessible and offered a good experience. Nice!
Internet: The Digital Dungeon of Disappointment
Okay, let's talk about the Wi-Fi. "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" the ad screamed. Fine. They also offered (according to paperwork) Internet access [LAN]. And, the "Internet services" (whatever they even are). The reality? It was a digital dumpster fire. I swear, dial-up in 1998 was faster. My phone's hotspot had better speeds. I tried the LAN connection (which was a cord, of course). Nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. I ended up spending half my vacation staring at loading circles. Seriously? In this day and age? I needed to work and it was a nightmare. The hotel's internet service was the single worst experience. Wi-Fi in public areas? Forget it. I found the library instead. Avoid for Internet access.
Things to Do and Ways to Relax: Spa-tacular (Mostly), Gym-busting (Maybe)
Now for the good stuff. The spa… oh, the spa. Seriously, they had me at "Pool with view." The sauna was a sweaty haven, the steam room a glorious fog of relaxation. I got a body scrub that practically scrubbed away my stress lines – highly recommended. Massages? Heavenly. Full stop. The pool with view? Unreal. I'm a sucker for a good infinity pool. The fitness center, however, was less impressive. The machines looked like they'd been around since the Jurassic period. I'm not sure the gym was that good, but I did enjoy my swim.
Cleanliness and Safety: COVID-Era Chaos
Look, I'm not going to lie – I'm a bit of a germaphobe. So, I was watching their COVID protocols like a hawk. "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Rooms sanitized between stays," "Daily disinfection in common areas"… the promises were there. The reality? Mostly good, but with a few hiccups. They did have hand sanitizer stations everywhere (thank God), the staff wore masks (mostly), and the rooms appeared clean. The staff, however, could have been doing their jobs better. There a few times that I went and asked about the services. Overall, I felt safe.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (Sometimes)
The food. Oh, the food. Okay, I went with my usual "buffet in restaurant" plan. (I have a thing for buffet breakfasts). The Grand Splendor’s breakfast buffet was…well, a buffet. A pretty good one, actually: Western, Asian, all the usual suspects. Alternative meal arrangement? Easy. Room service? Glorious. But the a la carte restaurant? A bit pricey. I was pretty impressed by the overall dining experience.
Services and Conveniences: The Perks and the Pitfalls
- Stuff that was great: Daily housekeeping (thank you, sweet angels!), the doorman, the luggage storage, and the concierge! Seriously, the concierge saved my butt more than once.
- Stuff to avoid: The convenience store was a rip-off. Like, highway robbery levels of overpriced. The ironing service… I swear, it took them three days to press a shirt. (And they burned a hole in it.)
- Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Seminars, and On-site event hosting: I did not see these.
For the Kids
Didn't have any of those with me.
Available in All Rooms: The Devil's in the Details
You guys, the room was pretty luxurious and I got a great sleep!
The Verdict (and My Emotional Breakdown)
Okay, The Grand Splendor is… complicated. It has its moments of pure bliss (the spa, the fabulous rooms) and moments of utter frustration (the internet, the slightly slow service). It's not perfect, but damn if it didn't have its moments.
Final Score: 7.5/10. Would I go back? Maybe. But I'd definitely bring a Wi-Fi hotspot and my own iron. And possibly a hazmat suit for that buffet. ;)
Escape to Paradise: Aquarius Boutique Hotel, Câmpulung Moldovenesc
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your sanitized, perfectly organized travel itinerary. This is me, navigating Mumbai, potentially getting lost, probably sweating, and definitely fueled by questionable street food. We're staying at the Treebo Arvind Residency, which, according to the reviews, is… well, let's just say it's an experience.
Mumbai Mishap: A Totally Unpredictable Schedule (Subject to Change Based on My Mood and the Rickshaw Driver's Route)
Day 1: Arrival & Attempting to Adult (Emphasis on Attempting)
- Morning (ish - let's be real, probably afternoon): Land at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport (CSIA). Pray to the travel gods my luggage arrives. After a 24-hour flight and a few hours of layover, I AM a mess. I NEED a shower. But first…
- The Rickshaw Rumble: Negotiate a ride to the hotel. This is where my Hindi (which is basically a few panicked phrases) will face its trial by fire. Expect shouting. Expect hand gestures. Expect me to overpay. (I already lost a watch on the plane, so it's started off on the wrong foot.)
- Arriving at Treebo Arvind Residency: Unpack, but also… is the AC blasting, or is it just me? The reviews mentioned quirky things. I love a quirky thing. (Hopefully, it's not the plumbing.) Let's hope the room is somewhat similar to the photos. I've been burned before.
- Afternoon:
- Attempt #1 to Adult: A shower! God, I need one, seriously, a long glorious shower. Followed by a nap, maybe? My body clock is a disaster.
- Lunch Debacle: Find something nearby. I mean, close. Like, across the street. Maybe a little place serving thalis. I'm picturing fragrant curries, fluffy rice, and enough spice to reawaken my numb taste buds. I’ll probably order too much, or too little, or just get confused, and stare blankly while the server tries to explain the dishes.
- Evening:
- Gate of India Gawk: If I'm feeling brave, I'll venture out to the Gateway of India. It's supposed to be iconic. I take tons of photos, maybe trip over a stray dog, definitely get harassed by hawkers trying to sell me things I don't need. I'll probably get lost in the crowds. That's okay, there's a certain energy to the city that I'm looking forward to.
- Dinner Dilemma: Food is essential, perhaps even vital. I'll try to hunt down a street food stall. I'm thinking vada pav. Everyone raves about it. I'll probably end up with curry all over my face and clothes (and happily so). Or, if I chicken out from the street food (very good chance of that), I'll order room service, and complain about it on Insta.
Day 2: The City of Dreams (and Possibly Diarrhea)
- Morning:
- Breakfast Buffet at Treebo (fingers crossed): Let's see what the breakfast situation is at the hotel. Will it be a triumph of local flavors, or a depressing display of pale toast and lukewarm coffee? Honestly doesn't matter, I'm still gonna probably love it.
- Dhobi Ghat Diaries: Attempt to visit the Dhobi Ghats (the open-air laundry). It's supposed to be an amazing spectacle! If I can find a ride without getting scammed, it'll be amazing. I'm picturing mountains of colorful clothes, the rhythmic thwack of washing, and a profound appreciation for the simple things in life.
- Afternoon:
- High Tea at Leopold Cafe (maybe): I've heard Leopold Cafe is a Mumbai institution. It's also a bit touristy, but hey, that's me! And I want the Instagram photo. Might be crammed like sardines, but if I get a good pastry, I'll be ok.
- Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus (formerly Victoria Terminus): Okay, I'm going to try to channel my inner architecture snob. The station's beautiful, with its gothic details. I'll probably just stand there, mouth agape, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of it all.
- Evening:
- The Bollywood Breakdown: I'm a sucker for Bollywood. I might just get a ticket to a late show. And try to find the theater! Look, I'll probably be clueless about the plot, but the dancing and the drama will be amazing. Will I understand any Hindi? Probably not. Will I cry, laugh and be completely bamboozled? Absolutely.
- Street Food Round 2 (or Maybe Just Yogurt?) I said I'd be brave on day 1. I will be brave tonight. I'm thinking paani puri. Or maybe not. Depends on how my stomach handled the vada pav. Maybe just yogurt. Yes. Yogurt sounds safe.
Day 3: Exploring the Beaches & Farewell, for Now.
- Morning:
- Beach Bound (Probably a Hot Mess): Time to hit the beach! Marine Drive is one option. I'm expecting a gorgeous view, swarms of people, street vendors. I'll probably forget sunscreen, get burnt, and spend the entire afternoon regretting my life choices.
- Afternoon:
- Hanging out with locals: See what the locals get up to. Try to sit somewhere quiet(ish) and observe. Buy a few pieces of art as a memory, or a little trinket.
- Evening:
- Packing Panic & Flight Fiasco: Pack my bags. Realize I've bought way too much crap. Panic about the flight. Say goodbye to Mumbai (with tears, possibly). Try to remember the amazing memories. Wish I could've stayed longer.
- Departure: Head to the airport, pray for no delays and to be able to get some sleep.
Important Notes & Utterly Unreliable Predictions
- Transportation: I will mostly rely on taxis, auto-rickshaws, and the metro (if I can figure it out). I will get ripped off at least once. Probably more.
- Food: I am on a quest to eat everything. This could lead to glorious triumph or epic disaster. (Probably the latter.)
- Language: My Hindi is embarrassing. I will rely on smiles, pointing, and the kindness of strangers. And Google Translate. Lots of Google Translate.
- Expect the Unexpected: This itinerary is a guideline, not a gospel. Things will go wrong. I will get lost. I will probably cry at some point. Embrace the chaos!
- Most Important of All: Drink LOTS of bottled water! I'm scared of getting sick.
This is just a starting point. This is my Mumbai, and I can't wait to discover it. Wish me luck. I'll need it.
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So, like, what's the *point* of everything? (Ugh, existential dread alert!)
Okay, real talk? I have NO FRICKIN' CLUE. Seriously. Some days I'm all, "Find joy in the little things!" and then the next it's, "Is this all there is? Just... *this*?" It's a rollercoaster, people! I think it's probably about the journey, not the destination, which is a cliché I vomit in my mouth a little bit every time I say it. But fine; fine! Enjoy the snacks, okay? Learn how to tie your shoes, so you can actually go, buy snacks, walk, fall over? Maybe that's it. Keep moving, keep getting up.
How can I be "happy?" Is it even possible? (Help me!)
Happy? You want *happy*? Listen, I’m a professional at *not* being happy. If I were to write you a guide to lasting misery, I'd be a bestseller. But the *secret*? The thing no one wants to hear? It's not a destination, it's a *practice*. And it's inconsistent! I had a ridiculously good week last week, full of sunshine, actual laughter, and surprisingly delicious kale salads (don’t judge me!). Then, BAM! This morning, I stubbed my toe, burned my toast, and spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt, and wanted to become a hermit crab in a deep, dark hole. It takes a LOT of actively choosing to be... less miserable, if you catch my drift. Think less "sunshine and rainbows" and more "surviving the chaos and appreciating the moments you *don't* want to rage-quit the universe."
What's the deal with relationships (romantic, platonic, any kind!)? They're hard.
Oh, man. Relationships. They're like... a particularly complicated houseplant. You gotta water it, give it light, and occasionally prune the dead leaves, but you also have to accept that sometimes, it will just… *die*, you know? I've had friendships that ended spectacularly, a couple of romantic flings that could only be described as "a dumpster fire of emotion," and a family who loves me, but occasionally drives me absolutely BONKERS. The key? (I think, I’m still figuring it out, honestly.) Be honest with yourself and others. Communicate! And be prepared for the occasional heartbreak, massive disappointment, and the realization that your best friend *really* doesn’t like the same music as you. It gets easier, but it’s always... something. And maybe that's the fun of it.
Okay, about finances… I'm broke. Help?
Honey, WE ARE ALL. I mean, unless you're one of those unicorn people who seem to casually afford yachts, and then, good for you, but... The struggle is REAL, and it’s *ongoing*. I once spent an entire month eating exclusively ramen noodles because I’d blown my budget on... well, I don't even REMEMBER what. (Probably shoes.) My advice? Make a budget (I know, boring, but *necessary*). Track your spending. Cut back on the avocado toast (I *know*, I'm crying too – but your bank account will thank you). And learn to love the thrift store. Seriously, those finds can be gold. Don't compare yourself to others! Everyone looks rich on Instagram.
What can I do when I feel overwhelmed, stressed, and just generally *blah*?
Oh, the blahs! I KNOW THEM. They're like a familiar, unwelcome guest. My go-to? First, deep breaths. Seriously, it helps, even if it feels silly. Second, make a list. Get everything out of your head and onto paper (or your phone notes, or whatever works for you). Prioritize what needs *immediate* attention and what can wait. Third, do something *small* that brings you joy. Read a chapter of a new book. Go for a walk (even if it's just around the block). Call a friend. Give yourself permission to utterly *fail* at something mundane, just because you can. And take a nap. Naps are magic.
I'm having a crisis of confidence! What if I'm not good enough?
Ugh, self-doubt, the bane of my existence! "Not good enough" is the little gremlin that lives in my head, whispering nasty things all the time. First: Everyone feels this way! Seriously, EVERYONE. Even the people who *seem* like they have it all figured out. Second: Write down your accomplishments. Seriously, just *list* them. Big things, small things, things you're proud of. Remind yourself of what you *have* done. Third: Be kind to yourself. Would you say the things you're saying to yourself… to a friend? No? Then stop it. We're all just figuring it out, and that's perfectly okay. And sometimes, you *are* terrible at something, and that's fine too. It gives you something to learn from. Oh, and the biggest one? I once tried to bake a cake for my friend's birthday, and it... well, let's just say it defied gravity in all the wrong ways. It was a disaster. I wanted to hide, but I owned it, served it with a laugh, and we all had a good story and a shared experience. Sometimes, the "failures" are the *best* stories.
How do you deal with... people? Specifically, annoying ones?
Ah, “the annoying ones”. You’re speaking my language! Let me tell you a story. I was at a coffee shop the other day, and there was *this guy* chatting loudly on his phone about... I don't even remember what. Stock options? His ex? Something supremely irritating. The *urge* to yell, "PUT A CORK IN IT!" was nearly overwhelming. But I didn't. I did, however, deploy my coping strategies. These include: 1. Wireless headphones and very loud music (preferably something angsty and cathartic). 2. Pretend you’re a spy, observing their fascinating, yet irritating, behavior. It adds a level of detached whimsy. 3. Accept that you can't control other people, only your reaction to them. If it's someone you truly must deal with, a short, polite response and a quick escape are your friends. Remember, their annoying-ness is usually about them, NOT you. You are awesome, remember?
Is it okay to be imperfect?
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