Ratana Cengkareng Syariah: Jakarta's Premier Halal Hotel? Unbelievable!
Ratana Cengkareng Syariah: Jakarta's Premier Halal Hotel? Unbelievable!
My Brain Just Exploded (and Maybe It Was Worth It): A Review of [Hotel Name Here, Let's Pretend!]
Okay, deep breaths. I just emerged from [Hotel Name Here, Let's Pretend!], and my brain feels like it did after trying to assemble IKEA furniture in the dark. But hey, let's call this a review! It's less of a review and more of a messy, passionate rant (with hopefully helpful bits) about my experience. Buckle up, buttercups.
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The Good, the Bad, and the Slightly Terrifying (AKA My Hotel Experience):
Accessibility: Bless Their Hearts (Mostly)
Okay, I'm not in a wheelchair, but I pay attention. They do say they have Facilities for disabled guests, which is a good start. I saw an elevator – essential! – and while I didn't specifically test it, the hallways seemed wide enough. Now, the real test is always the bathrooms. I tried to sneak a peek in one that was being cleaned but got the stink eye from housekeeping (fair enough). So, I'm giving them a tentative "good." They seem to be trying.
On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: Hmm… didn’t notice anything specific on this point, I'll ask around later.
Internet Access: The Glorious, Erratic Beast
Free Wi-Fi in All Rooms! Yes! Hallelujah! And they delivered. Mostly. Sometimes it was lightning fast, other times I suspect the signal was powered by hamsters on tiny treadmills. Internet [LAN] was available too, but who uses those anymore? Wi-Fi in public areas was generally reliable, which was a lifesaver when my kids were screaming for their fix of online games. Internet Services in general where pretty good.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day, Anyone?
Alright, I'm a spa person. Guilty. And [Hotel Name Here, Let's Pretend!] has a Spa. Jackpot. The Pool with a View was gorgeous – shimmering water against the backdrop of [insert description of the view here, ideally something dramatic]. I spent a solid hour just staring at it, feeling my stress melt away.
- Body scrub: Yes, please! A lovely, citrusy one that left me feeling like a newborn (well, almost).
- Body wrap: Didn't try it this time. Perhaps next time. I'll get you updated.
- Fitness center: I saw the Fitness center. I did not go in. Let's just say my idea of exercise is walking to the buffet… and back.
- Foot bath: Tempting! But the siren call of the pool won.
- Gym/fitness: See above.
- Massage: Oh, the massage. The best part! The woman who gave me the massage was a miracle worker. She worked out knots I didn't even know I had. Definitely worth every penny.
- Pool with view: Already gushed about it. Heavenly.
- Sauna: Classic! I like to alternate between the sauna and a cold plunge. It's my weird thing.
- Spa: Overall, a solid spa experience. My only gripe? They didn't offer chocolate-covered strawberries. Big miss, guys.
- Spa/sauna: Yep, got that covered.
- Steamroom: Also available. Another great amenity.
- Swimming pool: Beautiful. Spent way too much time in it.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Yep, it's outdoors. It's also huge, so lots of room to spread out.
Cleanliness & Safety: Sanitized, But Still a Little Creepy…
Okay, Covid times. I get it. And [Hotel Name Here, Let's Pretend!] took it seriously. They ticked all the boxes: Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere, Hot water linen and laundry washing, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options (more on the food later…), Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available (thank goodness!), Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Staff trained in safety protocol, and Sterilizing equipment.
I mean, everything was practically sterile. Which, on the one hand, is reassuring. On the other hand, it felt… clinical. Like living in a medical textbook. It's a fine balance, I guess.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Culinary Adventure (and Sometimes, Disaster)
Let's be honest, this is where things got… interesting.
- A la carte in restaurant: The main restaurant offered this. The food was… fine. Nothing to write home about, but edible.
- Alternative meal arrangement: You could request things, which was great when my toddler decided she only liked toast.
- Asian breakfast: Available, but I'm not a huge fan of that.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant: See above comment.
- Bar: Nice bar. They made a decent Old Fashioned.
- Bottle of water: Free in the room. A must-have.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Okay, the buffet. Let's talk about the buffet. There were good things. Delicious pastries, fresh fruit. But also… some truly bizarre offerings. Like, what was that grey, lumpy thing? I suspect it's best not to know.
- Breakfast service: Daily.
- Buffet in restaurant: See above.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Standard.
- Coffee shop: Didn't bother. I had my coffee maker in my room.
- Desserts in restaurant: Some great desserts.
- Happy hour: They had it! Score!
- International cuisine in restaurant: Broad selection.
- Poolside bar: Convenient and fun.
- Restaurants: Several options.
- Room service [24-hour]: A lifesaver for late-night snack attacks.
- Salad in restaurant: Fine.
- Snack bar: Convenient for the kids.
- Soup in restaurant: Was tasty!
- Vegetarian restaurant: I think so.
- Western breakfast: Available.
Services and Conveniences: The Usual Suspects (Mostly)
- Air conditioning in public area: Yep. Much needed.
- Audio-visual equipment for special events: Didn't see any.
- Business facilities: Yes.
- Cash withdrawal: Convenient.
- Concierge: Helpful.
- Contactless check-in/out: Appreciated.
- Convenience store: Always a bonus.
- Currency exchange: I didn't need.
- Daily housekeeping: Mostly good.
- Doorman: Present.
- Dry cleaning: Available.
- Elevator: Essential.
- Essential condiments: Didn't notice anything specific on this point, but the in-room coffee was ok.
- Facilities for disabled guests: Mentioned above.
- Food delivery: I didn't use this.
- Gift/souvenir shop: Standard.
- Indoor venue for special events: Didn't use any of these.
- Invoice provided: Fine.
- Ironing service: I didn't need.
- Laundry service: I used this.
- Luggage storage: Helpful.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: Seemed extensive.
- Meetings: They had them.
- Meeting stationery: Probably.
- On-site event hosting: Seemed likely.
- Outdoor venue for special events: I didn't use this.
- Projector/LED display: They had them, I think.
- Safety deposit boxes: In the rooms.
- Seminars: Probably.
- Shrine: There was a shrine onsite, but I didn’t check it out.
- Smoking area: Yes.
- Terrace: Didn’t have use of the terrace.
- Wi-Fi for special events: I wasn’t there for an event.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to embark on a Jakarta adventure so gloriously chaotic, so utterly human, that even the travel gods might be left muttering, "What in the world…?" This is my Ratana Cengkareng Syariah Jakarta itinerary – a smattering of plans, a healthy dose of improvisation, and a whole lotta me.
Day 1: Jakarta Arrival & The Jet Lag Tango
- Morning (Or What's Left of It, Thanks to the Time Difference): Landed at Soekarno-Hatta, and the humidity slapped me in the face like a disapproving aunt. Passport control? Smooth as… well, smoother than I expected! Found my pre-booked airport transfer (thank you, future-me, for thinking ahead!), and the driver blasted some kind of dangdut music that immediately gave me a headache and a weird urge to dance. 🕺💃
- Early Afternoon: Ratana Cengkareng Syariah – The Great Unknown: Arrived at the hotel. It's…clean. Very clean. And tastefully decorated. Okay, maybe a little too tastefully decorated. Felt like I should apologize for breathing. My room? Compact, efficient, and already feeling like a pressure cooker of jet-lag induced misery. The AC, though, is a lifesaver. God bless icy air.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: The First Tentative Steps: Decided to be brave and venture out. This is where it all starts to fall apart (in the best way). Walked aimlessly, got hopelessly lost within five minutes, and then utterly delighted by the utter chaos of the traffic. Scooters zipping everywhere, horns blaring a symphony of impatience, and people…so. Many. People. Ended up at a street food stall. The sate ayam (chicken satay) was heaven – smoky, savory, and dirt cheap. The chili sauce? A fiery greeting back to the land of the living.
- Evening: Sleep, Glorious Sleep (Maybe): Back at the hotel, collapsed mostly upright onto the ridiculously white bed. Jet lag is a monster, and tonight, the monster wins. Attempted to watch some TV. English subtitles? Nope. Understanding Indonesian? Even bigger nope. Crashed. Hopefully for more than 3 hours.
Day 2: Culture Shock and Spicy Regret
- Morning: The Museum of Illusions (Because Why Not?): Decided, with a slightly fuzzy brain, to go to the Museum of Illusions. So. Much. Fun. Took approximately a thousand photos of me pretending to be eaten by a dinosaur, riding a magic carpet, and generally looking like a complete idiot. Highly recommend. It's the perfect antidote to feeling touristy and awkward.
- Lunch: The Spicy Inferno: Ah, lunch. Remember how I said the chili sauce yesterday was fiery? Well, today I decided to get really adventurous, and ordered some local noodle dish (didn't catch the name, but the fire was real). It was delicious…for about 30 seconds. Then my mouth, throat, and probably my internal organs went into meltdown mode. Tears streamed. I sweated. I loved it. Then I regretted it. My stomach is currently staging a protest.
- Afternoon: Old Town Jakarta (Kota Tua) - Lost in the Past: Okay, so I tried to be cultured. Attempted a visit to Kota Tua. It's beautiful, actually! The Dutch colonial buildings are grand, and the atmosphere is charming. But the crowds! And the heat! And the persistent vendors trying to sell me…well, everything. I lasted about an hour before retreating to a cafe for a much-needed iced coffee (heaven).
- Evening: Shopping Adventures (and Misadventures): Decided retail therapy would be a good idea. I entered a massive mall, got overwhelmed, and then ended up buying a ridiculous hat because it was sparkly. I don't even like hats. But, hey, Jakarta, I'm learning to embrace the absurdity. Dinner at a restaurant in the mall. Food court was tempting, but I chickened out. Maybe tomorrow?
Day 3: Double Down on a Single Experience…Jakarta Traffic
- Morning: Slept! Thank GOD. Slowly pulled myself together, and that infernal jet lag is ALMOST tamed. Today's mission: conquer Jakarta traffic, perhaps the greatest feat of endurance known to humankind. Decided to try the public transport.
- Morning (Mid-Day): TransJakarta bus (BRT) - utter madness. First, finding the correct line was a challenge, even with the help of a friendly local, then I had to navigate the throngs of people. Got crammed into a bus that was already at capacity. Did I mention it was rush hour? But, I survived! And I can now say I've experienced peak Jakarta.
- Afternoon: Taxi or Grab ride… again, traffic hell! The slow crawl, the constant honking, the scooters weaving in and out like kamikaze bees. It's truly mesmerizing, and I can feel the tension building. I watched a guy try to parallel park a truck in a space that wasn't even big enough for a Smart Car. The frustration in his face was a universal language.
- Evening Determined to embrace traffic at its finest, I decided to deliberately experience the worst of it. Sat in a coffee shop, watched the traffic jam from a cozy vantage point. Order another coffee, relax, and watch the show. It's a lesson in patience, a vibrant snapshot of the city's soul, and a reminder that sometimes, the journey (or utter standstill) is the destination. And honestly? The people-watching is gold. Found myself laughing (mostly at the futility of it all) but also admiring the sheer resilience of the city and its people.
Day 4: Final Day of Jakarta, and a Goodbye Hug (and a few tears)
- Morning: Last-Minute Market Run: Needed souvenirs. A frantic dash to a local market. Bargaining is a national sport! I haggled, I laughed, and I likely paid too much for a batik shirt and a ridiculously large woven fan… but I got them! Embrace it!
- Noon: Brunch, Tears, and Gratitude. The last meal… I went back to the sate ayam stall. Ordered two helpings. Ate slowly. Realized how much I was going to miss this wild, chaotic, beautiful city. The spices, the smiles, the sheer energy of the place…it's addictive. Shed a couple of tears into my chili sauce.
- Afternoon: Departure and a promise to return…hopefully. Back to the airport. Reflecting on my journey. I'm bruised, slightly sunburnt, and utterly charmed. I've seen things, eaten things, and experienced moments that will stay with me forever. I said thank you to the lovely staff at the hotel (who patiently dealt with my daily questions). And I boarded the plane, already missing Jakarta. It's imperfect, yes, and sometimes overwhelming, but it's also authentic, warm, and unforgettable. See you again, Jakarta. I promise.
Important Notes:
- Go with the Flow: This is just a suggestion. Be prepared to deviate, get lost, and embrace the unexpected.
- Learn some basic Indonesian phrases: "Terima kasih" (thank you) and "Permisi" (excuse me) will take you far.
- Hydrate, Hydrate, Hydrate: The heat and humidity are no joke!
- Be patient: Things don't always run on a schedule.
- Be open to trying new things: Especially the food! You might be surprised.
- Enjoy the ride: This is your adventure!
This is my Jakarta. Yours will be different, and that's the point. Go out there, get messy, make mistakes, and have fun. Selamat jalan! (Have a nice trip!)
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So, what *exactly* is this thing? Like, what's the deal?
Alright, alright, good question. Because honestly, I have no clue what "this thing" is supposed to represent. It's life, probably, or what remains after. It's like...imagine you're trying to build a birdhouse while blindfolded, using only a spork and a vague memory of a photograph. That's pretty much it. The deal is, there is no deal. We're just here, flailing around, hoping something clicks. Sometimes it does, other times...well let's not talk about the time I tried to wire my bathroom and the breaker tripped. No, let's not.
Is it *supposed* to be complicated? Because...it seems complicated.
*Yes,* it's supposed to be complicated! That's the secret ingredient, the extra dollop of chaos that makes it interesting. If it wasn't complicated, what would we have to bitch about? I mean, think about it: the internet, love, relationships, taxes, choosing a flavor of ice cream... it's all a tangled web of choices and consequences. And honestly? The feeling of finally *getting* something, after wrestling with it for an hour or two? Pure, unadulterated bliss. Like the time I finally figured out how to use that confounded coffee machine. I swear, I felt like I'd won a Pulitzer.
I feel lost. What's the point? Seriously.
Whoa there, easy. Lost is part of the fun. The point? Ah, now *that* is the million-dollar question. And I have absolutely no flipping clue. But here's what I *think*: the point is to stumble through, to make mistakes, to hopefully learn from them (emphasis on "hopefully"), and to maybe, *just maybe*, find a moment of genuine joy or connection along the way. Like, I recently spilled an entire cup of coffee on my favorite shirt. It. was. awful. But the guy who helped me clean it up? Funny, kind. We talked for an hour. It was a genuine connection. That was the point, I think. The coffee? Eh, secondary.
Okay, but what about *specifically*? Like, about X?
Alright, alright! Fine. Specificity time. Fine. Let's dig into X... (deep breath)... but honestly, I'm probably going to wander off on a tangent. Ready? Here we go... So, X. See, it's all about... (trails off, staring at a spot on the ceiling) ... which sometimes makes me think of that time I... Ugh, never mind. Look, X is a thing you have to...experience, I guess? Like that weird dream where you're flying but also naked and everyone's looking? It's kind of like that. Only, with more...stuff. Ugh. Okay, I'm confused again. Let's move on. Actually, wait, let's go back to the coffee incident. The *shirt*... It was expensive! And brown. And I loved it. The stain...it was there, a giant testament to my clumsiness.
What if I completely mess it up? Is that even possible?
My friend, you *will* mess it up. It's practically guaranteed. Screw-ups are the currency of existence. They're the plot twists, the running gags, the reason you'll be cringing at 3 AM for the rest of your life. But, the kicker? You *must* mess it up. Seriously. Learn from the mistakes. Maybe I should have used protection. Maybe I should have married the guy in the coffee place. Who knows. Each mess up is a lesson--a bloody, painful, occasionally hilarious lesson--in what *not* to do next time. You're gonna mess it up. And thank god for that. It isn't even supposed to be easy.
I'm incredibly frustrated. What now?
Breathe. Seriously, deep breaths. Then: *Acceptance*. It's not going to be fixed. And then, get angry. It's a helpful emotion. Then cry. It happens! And, then, laugh. Seriously. At some point. If you aren't laughing, you aren't winning. And when all else fails? Chocolate. Always chocolate. Though I actually hate chocolate. Vanilla then?
What's a good plan for getting started?
Plan? Are you kidding? Look, just... *begin*. That's the only plan you really need. Take a step. Do something. Anything. The specifics... they'll sort themselves out. Or not. And, honestly, maybe the messy, unplanned adventures are the best ones anyway. Think about it: the time I accidentally ended up in (insert a destination that you don't intend to be in here). That was a fantastic experience, even if I had to sleep on a bench. That's the point: Start and change. The rest is just fluff.
How do I deal with the feeling of [insert a negative emotion here]?
Ah, the old emotional rollercoaster! This one's classic. Depends, really. Some days, the best thing is to wallow. Crank up the angsty music, eat a pint of ice cream (even if it's not chocolate), and *feel* all those terrible feels until you're exhausted. Other days? Fake it 'til you make it. Put on a smile. Blast some upbeat tunes. Go for a walk. Trick your brain into believing things are better. Seriously, some people meditate! I can't be bothered. And sometimes, the best thing is to talk it out. Vent to a friend, a therapist, your cat (though, cats are notoriously bad listeners, and might judge you). Just don't, whatever you do, bottle it up. That leads to exploding, which is messy, and no one likes messy.
This is all a bit...vague. Is there *anything* concrete I can do?
Okay, fine. Concrete. Here's some concrete (though I still maintain it's all a giant construction site). Start small. Do one thing that scares you. Say yes to something you usually say no to. Call that person you've been meaning to call. Take a walk and look at the sky. Listen to a newAntalya's Secret Oasis: Adults-Only Luxury at Ozmen Hotel Old Town
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