Unbelievable Cianjur Getaway: OYO 90127 Hotel Mataram Awaits!
Unbelievable Cianjur Getaway: OYO 90127 Hotel Mataram Awaits!
Unbelievable Cianjur Getaway: OYO 90127 Hotel Mataram - My Chaotic Cianjur Chronicles!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I just survived… ahem… experienced a stay at OYO 90127 Hotel Mataram in Cianjur and, well, let's just say it was a ride. Before I even dive into the nitty-gritty, let me tell you: if you're looking for the Ritz, keep looking. But if you're after an "experience" (and by experience, I sometimes mean "mildly confusing adventure"), this might just be your jam.
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Metadata (Short & Sweet): Review of OYO 90127 Hotel Mataram in Cianjur, Indonesia. Honest insights on accessibility, facilities, dining, cleanliness, and overall experience. Budget-friendly option with some surprises!
Now, the REAL Story Begins…
Finding this place in Cianjur felt like a quest. The GPS took me on a scenic tour of back alleys, and I swear I saw a chicken wink at me. After what felt like an eternity, I finally pulled up to the Mataram. And my first thought? "Okay, this isn't quite what I pictured…" Don't get me wrong, it wasn't horrific, but it definitely had a certain… charm. Let's call it "rustic."
Accessibility - A Mixed Bag (Like My Emotions)
Now, I'm not in a wheelchair, but I do appreciate a hotel that tries. Let's start with the good: Elevator? Check! Thank goodness, because my room was on a higher floor, and my legs were already screaming from the chicken-wink-filled drive. Facilities for Disabled Guests? Listed as YES. (Though I didn’t personally test them, so I couldn't say how well-executed they were - perhaps a question to ask before booking, you know, if accessibility is a real priority for you, which, let's be honest, it probably should be). The Exterior corridor layout made it potentially easier to navigate, but there were some slightly uneven surfaces around the property, so proceed with caution if mobility is an issue.
Cleanliness & Safety - The "Trying Their Best" Award
Okay, this is where things got a little… interesting. They definitely made an effort. You know, the Anti-viral cleaning products, the Daily disinfection in common areas signs (though I couldn't vouch that they actually did it every single day), the Hand sanitizer dispensers everywhere. I felt like I should carry my own hazmat suit just in case. I guess, at least I felt safe… I mean, there were CCTV in common areas and Security [24-hour]. The Fire extinguisher situation was a bit… underwhelmingly placed. Maybe they needed a better team, but I felt safe.
The room itself was, how shall we say, "thoroughly cleaned" between stays. I'm pretty sure I saw a housekeeping lady squinting as she cleaned it. It was clean enough. Yes, absolutely clean enough.
My Room - The Labyrinth of Comfort (and Slightly Odd Smells)
My room? Ah, the room. I was promised a room, and they delivered! It had an Air conditioning unit that sounded like a jet engine warming up, a TV with channels in a language I couldn't decipher (but hey, satellite/cable channels!), and… a slightly mysterious odor. Let's just call it "ambiance."
The bed, thankfully, was relatively comfortable, with linens. The window opened (a small victory!), and the blackout curtains were, well, curtains. You’d get used to them! The private bathroom was, shall we say, "functional." The shower was… adequate. And the hair dryer? Well, let's just say it was more of a "hair wimperer." But hey, at least there was hot water.
Food, Glorious Food (Sort Of)
The restaurant was a story in itself. The Asian breakfast was included, and it was… plentiful, alright. The buffet was a little sparse, but the Asian cuisine in restaurant was, again, "trying its best." I did appreciate the complimentary tea and the bottle of water. There was a coffee shop, too, which served coffee of questionable origin, but hey, coffee! The poolside bar was a concept rather than a reality, and the Happy Hour was, frankly, a misnomer.
I’m not going to lie, the variety of food was… well… diverse. Some meals were actually quite tasty! But don't go expecting a Michelin-star experience.
Relaxation & Things to Do - Pool, Sauna… and Existential Dread?
There's a Swimming pool [outdoor]! It looked inviting! I didn't get in, though, because I think the water was slightly…green. There was also a spa with options for massage and a sauna. Again, I didn't investigate further, but they had what they had. I bet the gym/fitness center was interesting, too!
Services and Conveniences - The "We Tried" Section
They had a Concierge, a Luggage storage, and even Air conditioning in public area! The Breakfast service was available, the people seemed to be trying their best. The daily housekeeping were lovely – there was always a new towel or two.
The Quirks - The Things You Won't Forget
- The staff were, without exception, lovely. Genuinely trying to be helpful, even when faced with my bewildered expression.
- The internet! There's Wi-Fi [free] in the rooms, but be prepared for the speed of a snail on molasses. Internet access – LAN was also listed, but I never did figure out where to plug a LAN cable in.
- I swear I saw a chicken in the lobby one morning.
- The smell. Oh, the smell. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't always bad. Sometimes it was even… pleasant. Mostly it was just… there.
- The sheer character of the place. It's not perfect, but it's real.
The Verdict - Would I Go Back?
Look, it's not the most luxurious hotel in the world. But it's… memorable. And for the price? It’s decent! If you're after a genuine Indonesian experience, something quirky and budget-friendly, and you're not afraid of a little… adventure, then OYO 90127 Hotel Mataram might just be your place. Just pack your own hand sanitizer, a sense of humor, and maybe a gas mask. Okay, maybe that’s a little extreme… but you get the idea.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this itinerary is less "meticulously planned adventure" and more "winging it with a side of existential dread in the Indonesian mountains." We're talking OYO 90127 Hotel Mataram Cianjur Puncak – which, let's be honest, already sounds like a place where anything could happen. I'm excited, I'm terrified, and I'm probably underpacked. Here goes nothing…
Day 1: Arrival, Altitude Adjustment, and the Quest for Decent Coffee
- Morning (Like, REALLY Early Morning): Wake up, bleary-eyed, in Jakarta after a flight that felt like living in a sardine can. The joys of budget airlines, right? Swear I saw more legroom on a velociraptor. Grabbed a taxi to the hotel. Traffic situation? Let's just say I aged approximately five years during the journey.
- Mid-Morning (Theoretically): Finally arrive at OYO 90127. The name alone suggests a certain…character. Honestly, it's a bit of a maze; finding the reception felt like solving a cryptic crossword. But hey, the staff is friendly. Check-in. Room's…functional. Let's call it "rustic charm." Okay, maybe "rustic" is the polite term for "could use a good scrub." The view, however, is stunning - lush green hills rolling into the distance. Perspective!
- Lunch: After settling in, I'm starving. The hotel restaurant? Um, let's just say the options are limited. Ordered nasi goreng (fried rice). It was… edible. But the krupuk (crackers)? Those saved my sanity.
- Afternoon: Altitude Adjustment & Coffee Mission: Now, Puncak is high. My brain feels like it's swimming in molasses. I'm also experiencing a caffeine emergency. The hotel coffee is… a tragedy. So, I embark on a mission: find GOOD coffee. This involves a slightly-too-long walk down a bumpy road, dodging motorbikes that seem to have a death wish, and enduring the persistent stares of the locals. Found a little cafe, where the coffee tasted like actual coffee. Victory! Sat there for an hour, just watching the clouds roll by, feeling slightly less like a dehydrated zombie.
- Evening: Sunset Shenanigans & Dinner Disappointment: The sunset was spectacular. The light painted the mountains in hues of orange and purple. Truly breathtaking. I tried to take a decent photo, but my phone camera betrayed me. Dinner back at the hotel restaurant (because, you know, exploring for dinner again felt like too much effort). Another nasi goreng attempt. This time? Sadly, I think it was worse than the first. Oh, well… learn from my mistakes, order mie goreng next time?
Day 2: Tea Plantations, Tiring Treks, and a Moment of Zen (Maybe)
- Morning: Waking Up In The Mist: Woke up with the room enveloped in thick mist and a sense of unreality. Where am I? Who am I? Am I a ghost? Nope, just my morning brain fog. After a proper wake-up (and a few minutes to mentally prepare for another day), I decided to be an "active tourist" and visit the local tea plantations.
- Mid-Morning: Tea Plantation & Tourist Trauma: The tea plantations are gorgeous. Miles and miles of rolling green hills covered with neat rows of tea bushes. Took approximately a million photos. The air smells amazing. Of course, I also managed to get hustled into buying a tiny, overpriced tea bag. Tourists, am I right?
- Lunch: Plantation Picnic Gone Wrong: Decided to be that person and planned a picnic. Got a bit of nasi bungkus (rice wrapped in banana leaves) from a warung. Finding a "perfect" viewing spot was trickier than anticipated. Ended up eating my lunch slightly windswept and under the watchful eyes of a curious cow. The food was okay but the wind was not.
- Afternoon: Dodging the Drizzle, Trying to Find Peace: Tried to find a hiking trail. The trail was also a very rocky climb. It definitely was no fun! The trees were so tall. I swear the leaves are also much bigger than the leaves in my home country, and I had a sudden burst of energy. Then the heavens opened up and it started raining…HARD. The rain was intense and the hiking was a nightmare.
- Evening: Finding Solace: After the tiring trek, I needed a way to find solace and peace. I went to the hotel, and I swear I could hear the soothing sounds of the mountain. The sounds of nature are so helpful in many ways.
Day 3: Back to Reality (Sort Of), Souvenirs, and the Great Packing Panic
- Morning: Woke up with a terrible backache. Definitely overdid it on that "hiking" adventure. Pack. Eat. Repeat.
- Afternoon: The end is near. I packed everything, except my sunglasses and my sanity. I was searching all over the place for everything, just to make sure I didn't miss anything.
- Evening: My flight! I am leaving! I am free! I can't wait!
Impression of OYO 90127 Hotel Mataram Cianjur Puncak: This place is an experience. Don't expect luxury, but you'll get authentic Indonesian charm, and possibly a life-altering encounter with a rogue cockroach. It’s definitely… a place.
Overall Feeling: Exhausted. Slightly sunburnt. Slightly in love with the mountains. And desperately in need of a giant pizza. I might, might, come back. After a year of therapy.
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So, Cianjur...Why Cianjur? And Why *this* OYO?!
Alright, alright, settle down. Cianjur. Honestly? It was cheaper than Bali. And my friend, bless his heart, said it had "authentic Indonesian vibes." I'm also pretty sure he just randomly picked it. As for *this* OYO... convenience, mostly. It was on the map and looked relatively… well, not *completely* condemned. The reviews were… a mixed bag. Lots of "budget-friendly!" and "basic but clean." Which, you know, is code for "pray you don't get bedbugs" and "bring your own toilet paper." We were on a seriously tight budget, okay? Don't judge my life choices. Okay, maybe judge a little, but let's move on. I'm already regretting this trip.
What's the *actual* location like? Is it near anything good?
Okay, so the map lied *a little*. It *said* near the town center. "Near." Like, in the same time zone. More like "a brisk 20-minute ojek ride away, uphill both ways." The "good" part? There *was* a warung (small local eatery) across the street serving the spiciest nasi goreng I've ever tasted. And I mean, tears-streaming-down-your-face spicy. I'd go back for that, honestly. Beyond that? Picture a whole lotta rice paddies, a few stray dogs, and the constant hum of scooters. The "local sights?" Let’s just say... the highlight was probably the *very* loud rooster that began its dawn serenade at 4 AM. Every. Single. Day. I wanted to find that rooster and... well, let's just say I'm not on friendly terms with fowl.
What’s the hotel *itself* like? Be honest… please.
Alright, here's the cold, hard truth. Remember those mixed reviews? They're a rollercoaster of emotions. You walk into the lobby, and it *looks* okay. Clean-ish, maybe. Then you get to your room. My initial reaction? "Well, at least I won't get tetanus." The walls were that institutional beige color that screams "we haven't been redecorated since the fall of the Berlin Wall." The air-conditioning? Let's just say it provided "gentle air circulation" rather than actual cooling. The bathroom… the bathroom was a whole other level of adventure. Picture this: a squat toilet, a cold-water shower (which, on a humid day, is actually surprisingly refreshing, I'll give it that), and a general feeling of questionable cleanliness. I showered with my flip-flops on, and even *I* wasn't sure if that was enough. But Hey, for the price, I wasn't expecting a five-star resort. I was really expecting a bed, a shower, and a roof over my head. And I got all three! (Eventually. More on that later.)
The Breakfast... Did they even *have* breakfast?
Oh, the breakfast. Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly the highlight. The booking *said* breakfast. Turns out, "breakfast" was a plate of day-old fried rice (the kind that's been hanging around since lunch yesterday), a single, sad, overripe banana, and a lukewarm cup of instant coffee. My friend, Mr. "Authentic Indonesian Vibes," actually *loved* it. Said it was "charmingly rustic". I, on the other hand, spent the rest of that morning in the bathroom with a rapidly escalating stomach situation. So, yeah… breakfast. Avoid if you have a sensitive stomach and a shred of self-respect . (Maybe bring your own emergency peanut butter.)
What was the *best* thing about the hotel? (If there *was* one…)
Okay, this is a tough one. I’m racking my brain here… Honestly? The staff were… well, they tried. They were *nice*. They spoke very little English, but they smiled a lot and seemed genuinely happy to help, even when my attempts at Indonesian were disastrous. One of the ladies in the front desk (who spoke maybe three words in English) tried to help me with a stubborn mosquito bite, which involved a questionable balm and a lot of pointing and giggling. I’m not sure it worked, but the effort was appreciated. That, and the free Wi-Fi! It cut in and out, but hey, free is free. I am pretty sure I spent half the trip texting home from that wifi to warn friends about the place.
Worst experience? Spill the tea!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This is a doozy. One night, around 2 AM, I woke up. Something was off. The air felt heavy, almost… dusty. Then I saw it. A *massive* cockroach, the size of a small car, was doing a slow, deliberate crawl across the ceiling. And then, I swear, Mr. Cockroach *stared* at me. I'm not exaggerating. It was like a scene from a horror movie. I screamed. I started banging on the walls. I seriously considered sleeping in the stairwell. My friend, of course, slept through the entire ordeal. Eventually, I managed to locate a shoe and, with a combination of sheer terror and adrenaline, launched a sneak attack. Victory! The cockroach, vanquished. But the trauma… the trauma lingers. I’m pretty sure I’m still checking my ceiling for any unwelcome guests. I’m also pretty sure I now have a permanent twitch.
Would you recommend this hotel? Be brutal.
Okay, straight up? No. Absolutely not. Unless you’re a masochist on a *very* tight budget, or you're researching for a thesis on budget travel in developing nations in the 21st century, avoid this place like the plague. I mean, it's a *place* to stay, technically. You *can* sleep there. But "enjoying" the experience? That's a whole different ball game. Find somewhere else. Preferably somewhere with fewer cockroaches and better breakfast. Seriously, save yourselves. My sanity and my stomach did not survived intact.
Did you even leave your room? What did you do in Cianjur?
Leave the room? Oh, I certainly did! After checking for cockroaches, of course. Cianjur itself... It's a place, alright. We went to the local market, which was a sensory overload – smells of exotic spices, mountains of fruit I couldn'Lyon's BEST Kept Secret: Campanile Smart Hotel Review (Eurexpo, Bron, Saint-Priest)
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