Escape to Paradise: Your Unforgettable CJC Short Stay in Natal, Brazil
Escape to Paradise: Your Unforgettable CJC Short Stay in Natal, Brazil
Escape to Paradise: Natal, Brazil - My Unforgettable (and Slightly Chaotic) CJC Short Stay
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn’t your polished travel blog review. This is my experience, warts and all, of a CJC short stay in Natal, Brazil. Prepare for a rollercoaster, because honestly, so was the trip.
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Let's dive in.
Accessibility: Blessings and Blunders
Right off the bat, I’m going to say it: Brazil, in general, ain't winning any accessibility awards. But this CJC property? They tried. The promise of "Wheelchair Accessible" was a beacon of hope. And while the entrance was thankfully ramped (a win!), maneuvering around the property was a bit… dicey. Think cobblestones battling my wheelchair, and the occasional "whee!" moment on a surprisingly steep driveway.
My room (more on that later) was mostly accessible, with a roll-in shower which, after some initial confusion with the controls, was a godsend. Bravo, CJC, on that front. The elevator was a lifesaver, especially after a few too many caipirinhas. However, the Facilities for disabled guests tag could be expanded. I'd suggest a wider turning circle in the bathroom, and perhaps some grab rails in the shower. Little things, but they make a huge difference.
The Food Fiasco (and Fabulousness!)
Okay, let's talk food, because food is life, especially when you're on vacation. The dining options were… well, diverse.
- Restaurants (Multiple!): Fantastic! I swear I ate my weight in moqueca (the local fish stew, seriously, GO GET IT) at the Restaurants. The restaurant also offered International cuisine in restaurant which was alright if you have special preferences.
- Breakfast [Buffet] and Breakfast Service: This was my daily ritual, Breakfast [buffet]. The buffet, a glorious spread of fruit, pastries, and pão de queijo (Brazilian cheese bread! Obsessed!), was a solid start to each day. There was even an Asian breakfast option - it had me intrigued.
- Coffee Shop: Coffee, coffee, glorious coffee.
- Poolside Bar: This, my friends, is where the magic happened, especially with Happy hour. Sipping a perfectly blended caipirinha by the Poolside bar, feeling the sun on my skin, watching the waves… pure bliss. (Though, I may have spilled one or two in my excitement. Don't judge.)
- Room service [24-hour]: Late-night cravings? Sorted. A godsend when the jet lag hit hard.
- Alternative meal arrangement: They catered to some of dietary restrictions, which were great for me.
The "Relaxation" Station: Spa, Sauna, and Sensory Overload
This is where things got truly… interesting.
The Spa was a haven of serenity, or so the brochure promised. The Sauna definitely delivered on the heat front, although the lack of a proper relaxation area post-sauna felt like a missed opportunity.
I opted for a Body scrub and a Massage, and let me tell you, it was the most intense experience. My therapist, a tiny woman with hands of steel, managed to soothe my travel-weary muscles with a Body wrap . Afterward, I headed to the Steamroom, leaving me relaxed and invigorated.
Things to Do: Beaches, Beauty and the Beast?
Natal is all about the beaches. And the CJC property was close. The ocean views near the Pool with view were stunning.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Pretty cool pool if you ever want to take a break from the beach .
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe, But Not Always Sound!
Okay, let's be real, traveling during… well, current times… means paying close attention to cleanliness. CJC gets a good score here. The Anti-viral cleaning products were evident, and the staff were diligent with Daily disinfection in common areas. Rooms sanitized between stays was a relief. Plus, the Hand sanitizer dispensers were everywhere. I appreciated the Sanitized kitchen and tableware items and the Safe dining setup.
However, some of the Safety/security feature, seemed a bit much. I mean, CCTV in common areas and Security [24-hour] are reassuring, but the aggressive security guard was a bit off-putting. Maybe he was just having a bad day?
My Room: A Symphony of Comfort (and Clutter)
My room… ah, my room. It was… a space. A spacious, air-conditioned space with a killer view of the ocean for a few hours. Air conditioning, Blackout curtains, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Fridge were all major pluses. I also had Internet access – wireless and a Free Wi-Fi which came to my rescue in all rooms!
The Bad:
The soundproofing wasn't amazing. I could hear the party going on downstairs, and the street noise amplified whenever the wind picked up.
Services and Conveniences: What Worked, What Didn't
- Concierge: Excellent. They were incredibly helpful with booking tours, taxis, and generally making my life easier.
- Daily housekeeping: Always appreciated, especially after a day exploring.
- Internet: Internet in all rooms!! (I've said it before, but it deserves repeating.) Internet [LAN] was also available, but I'm not exactly sure why you'd use it.
- Laundry service: Efficient and affordable.
- Doorman and Elevator: Life-savers!
My Verdict: Would I Go Back?
Yes. Absolutely. Despite the minor hiccups and occasional accessibility challenges, the CJC property offered a taste of paradise. The food, the beaches, the overall vibe… it's an experience you won't forget.
Rating: 4 out of 5 stars (minus one for the accessibility quirks and the enthusiastic security guard).
P.S. Don't be afraid to haggle! Everything is negotiable in Brazil! Also, learn a few basic Portuguese phrases. It goes a long way. And finally, embrace the chaos. That's what makes it memorable!
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup! This isn't your polished, perfectly-curated travel blog. This is me, bleary-eyed and fueled by lukewarm coffee, trying to remember my chaotic week in Natal, Brazil. Specifically, the CJC Short Stay apartments – the place I found on Booking.com after flinging a dart at a map (figuratively, of course. I wouldn't actually do that…).
Natal & CJC Short Stay: The Real, Messy Itinerary (aka: My Attempts to Keep it Together)
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Apartment Scramble (aka: "Did I Pack My Sanity?")
- Afternoon (aka: "The Sun Is a Fiery Ball of Judgment"): Landed in Natal (RGN). The heat hit me like a brick wall. Seriously. I knew it'd be hot, but WOW. Pre-booked a transfer because, let’s be honest, I didn't fancy wrestling with Brazilian public transport after a 10-hour flight. The driver, bless his heart, spoke precisely zero English. We communicated via frantic gesturing and me frantically Googling "how to explain I'm in the right car" in Portuguese. Success! (Mostly.)
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening (aka: "Where Did I Put the Key?"): Found CJC Short Stay. Okay, the pictures online were slightly doctored. Think Instagram vs. Reality. The apartment itself? Clean enough, I guess. The pool? Smaller than advertised. The air conditioning? Thank GOD for air conditioning. The key? Spent a solid fifteen minutes rummaging through my bag, convinced I'd be forced to sleep on the doorstep with the mosquitos. (I found it, eventually. Victory!)
- Evening (aka: "Hangry is an Understatement"): Dinner. Found a "local" restaurant nearby, a place serving up some sort of delicious, spicy (and I mean spicy) seafood stew. Ordered something I thought was a mild shrimp dish, but by the third spoonful, my sinuses were completely cleared. Worth it. Maybe. Slept like a log (thanks, exhaustion and the aforementioned spicy stew).
Day 2: Ponta Negra Beach & The Sand Dune Fiasco (aka: "My Legs Are Made of Jell-O")
- Morning (aka: "Sunscreen? I'm a Professional!"): Ponta Negra Beach. Okay, this is what I came for. The beach is actually gorgeous. The giant dune, Morro do Careca, is seriously impressive. Spent a couple of hours getting thoroughly sun-kissed and playing "dodge the rogue wave". The waves here aren't playing around.
- Afternoon (aka: "Dune Buggy of Doom"): The dune buggies. Oh, the dune buggies. Everyone raves about dune buggies. So, I joined the masses. It started off fun, a thrilling ride on all those dunes, but then the driver started doing these insane drops and spins. Let me tell you, I have never gripped a seat with such white knuckles (and I’m pretty sure I saw my life flash before my eyes). I screamed. A lot. The lady next to me was laughing hysterically. I'm still processing the experience. My stomach is still somewhere in that sand.
- Evening (aka: "Carb Loading Because I Might Be Dying"): Ate a mountain of fries at a beach bar and drank about a gallon of water. Also, watched the sunset. It was truly stunning and it somehow, miraculously, helped me to calm down after the dune-buggy trauma.
Day 3: City Tour & Culture Shock (aka: "I Need a Phrasebook AND a Therapist")
- Morning (aka: "Trying to Look Cultured"): Signed up for a city tour. The guide was super chatty, which was good, because honestly? I needed someone to point out the obvious. Visited the Forte dos Reis Magos (a fort. Got it.), the Mercado de Artesanato (arts and crafts market. Buying souvenirs. Duh). The market was hot, crowded, and filled with a sensory overload of colors and sounds.
- Afternoon (aka: "Almost Lost My Wallet"): Took a stroll around the Praça André de Albuquerque, the heart of the city, watching the bustling locals. Found a street performer playing a catchy tune on the guitar, and almost had a little dance in the square! But, yeah, I accidentally dropped my wallet and only noticed when a kindly street vendor alerted me. Still, feeling a bit edgy, and still trying to figure out how to politely say "No, thank you" to insistent souvenir sellers.
- Evening (aka: "Embracing The Chaos"): Back at the CJC apartment, and feeling the tiredness creeping in. Made a simple dinner with the groceries I bought in the market earlier. Staring at the sunset from the balcony and wondering if I just imagine myself actually understand a word of Portuguese.
Day 4: Genipabu & Buggy Rides Again (aka: "I'm a Masochist!")
- Morning (aka: "The Buggy Returns! Prepare Thyself!"): Back to Genipabu beach. This beach is more out there, wilder than Ponta Negra. The dune buggies! AGAIN! My logical side was screaming "NO!", but my adventurous side was apparently taking the wheel (pun intended).
- Afternoon (aka: "Screaming into the Wind"): Same driver, same intense drops, same experience of my life flashing before my eyes. This time, I was semi-prepared, so I closed my eyes. So, what, I was screaming into the wind. We went to a sand dune, and the landscape felt almost unreal. Truly a beautiful place.
- Evening (aka: "Ice Cream is My Therapist"): Back at the CJC apartment, ordering my favorite ice cream.
Day 5: Relaxing (aka: "Finally, a Day of Rest")
- Morning (aka: "Sleep is My Friend"): Slept in. Finally. The first good night's sleep since arriving.
- Afternoon (aka: "Poolside Bliss"): Lounged by the tiny pool at CJC. It wasn't a luxurious infinity pool, but after the last few days, it felt heavenly. Read a book. Did absolutely nothing but soak up the sun (with copious amounts of sunscreen, this time).
- Evening (aka: "Pizza & People Watching"): Went to a local pizza place. The pizza was surprisingly good. The chaos around me was amazing. There was laughter, street music, and a general buzz. It was like a scene out of a movie.
Day 6: Farewell & Reflections (aka: "Would I Come Back? Maybe.")
- Morning (aka: "Packing is the Worst"): Packed. Said goodbye to my apartment. Wandered around for a few more hours to get some last-minute souvenirs.
- Afternoon (aka: "Airport Anxiety"): Last meal. At the airport. The flight was on time, but I had to deal with the usual pre-flight anxiety.
- Evening (aka: "Post-Trip Meltdown"): Landed back home, jet-lagged and sunburnt. The trip was a whirlwind, messy as hell, and at times, terrifying. Would I come back? Probably. Once my legs recover from the dune buggies. And maybe I'll finally learn some Portuguese. Maybe.
CJC Short Stay: The Verdict
Okay, let's be real. CJC Short Stay wasn’t perfect. The pool could be bigger, the Wi-Fi spotty, and the noise from the street occasionally kept me awake… But it was a place to crash, the AC worked, mostly, and it was decently clean. And, for the price? Honestly, I can't complain. Natal itself? A crazy, beautiful, challenging, and unforgettable experience. It's a place that got under my skin, good and bad. So, if you're looking for a perfectly curated beach vacation? Maybe look elsewhere. But if you’re up for an adventure, some serious sunshine, and a healthy dose of chaos… then book the flight. You might just have the time of your life (or at least a highly memorable one). Just… maybe skip the dune buggies. Unless you're into that sort of thing. Then, by all means, go for it! Just don’t say I didn’t warn you. Adios!
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Escape to Paradise: Your Unforgettable CJC Short Stay in Natal, Brazil - A Truthfully Messy FAQ
Okay, spill it! What *IS* this "Escape to Paradise" thing, and why does it feel so…secretive?
Alright, alright, you got me. It's a short-stay, (and frankly *super* tempting) trip to Natal, Brazil, tailor-made by CJC. Think sun, sand, caipirinhas (prepare to become *very* familiar with those!), and…well, let's just say curated experiences. The secrecy? Honestly? Probably the marketing folks. They like that 'exclusive' vibe. *Personally*, I think it's just because they're a bit worried about the chaos that unfolds. And trust me, it unfolds.
There’s a brochure, and they make it sound all glamorous, all perfect. Don't get me wrong, there *were* glamorous moments. But there were also the moments I'd rather forget, like that time I tried to order a sandwich in Portuguese and accidentally asked for a… well, let's just say it wasn't a sandwich. Still, glamorous moments made the trip.
Natal? What's the big deal? Why *that* place?
Oh, Natal is… well, it's got *potential*. The beaches are beautiful, no lie. Picture this: soft, white sand, turquoise water…the stuff postcards are made of. It's also supposedly one of the sunniest cities in Brazil – which, after a while, starts to feel a bit relentless, honestly. You're constantly slapping on sunscreen. And sweating. A lot. But the sunrises? *Stunning*. Worth the sweat. 10/10 for sunrise views.
But the 'big deal'? I'm not entirely sure. It's not *the* most happening place, let's just say that. It's a perfect get away from the city. I found it to be a very authentic experience, even if I was never the person to find the best places.
Is it actually… fun? Honest opinions, please.
Honestly? It's complex. It's not "Disneyland fun," though. It's more of a slow burn. Some days, you'll be grinning from ear to ear, clutching a coconut with the ocean breeze in your hair, feeling like you’ve stumbled into a dream. Other days…well, let's just say navigating the local markets in the intense heat while trying to haggle in bad Portuguese isn't for the faint of heart. Or the easily flustered. I’m both.
There will be moments of genuine joy. There will be moments of immense frustration. There will be moments where you question all your life choices (like that questionable street food you ate). But ultimately, it's an experience you *will* remember, one way or another.
How long do you actually *stay*? Because a "short stay" could mean anything!
It’s typically a week, give or take a day or two. Enough time to get a *taste* of the place, get horribly sunburned, learn a few phrases, and then start getting homesick. It really depends on the package you picked, though.
What’s the accommodation like? Because "luxury" and "Brazil" can sometimes be… misleading.
The accommodation *is* on the luxurious side, generally speaking. Nice hotels, beachfront properties (the *dream*), views to die for... But, and this is a big but, things aren't always as flawless as they seem in the glossy photos. Expect the occasional leaky shower, the slightly wonky air conditioning, and maybe a rogue gecko or two wandering around your room. Embrace the imperfections! They add character (and stories to tell later on).
One hotel, I swear, was haunted. Or maybe it was just the constant construction noise and the weird plumbing. Either way, I barely slept the first two nights. I ended up booking a room in a completely different place and having to eat my losses. Learn from my mistakes!
What about the food? I’m a picky eater, and I’m terrified of getting sick.
Okay, food is *crucial* here. Brazilian food is amazing, but also…different. You'll be swimming in grilled meats (picanha is a must-try!), fresh seafood (catches of the day!), and exotic fruits you've never seen before. The breakfasts are incredible, usually a buffet situation with everything you could imagine. As long as you stick to hot, well-cooked food when you're eating at small local places, and load up on those delicious fruits, you should be fine.
BUT (and there's always a but!), be cautious with the tap water in the small venues. Bottled water is your friend. And maybe pack some anti-diarrheal medication, just in case. Better safe than sorry, right? I learned that the hard way. I had to spend an entire afternoon in the bathroom and missed the beach. Devastating.
What are the "curated experiences" they keep talking about? Spill the tea!
Well, there are the usual suspects: beach trips (Dune buggy rides are fun, but terrifying!), boat tours, city explorations, maybe a cooking class (which, if you're anything like me, will result in a hilarious kitchen disaster). They often arrange some local cultural experiences too, depending on the package.
I remember one time, they took us to a… well, it was supposed to be a traditional dance performance. Except it turned out that the "traditional" aspect involved a lot of sequins, loud music, and audience participation. Let's just say I'm not cut out for Samba. But the caipirinhas before? They were *delicious*.
Okay, about that Dune Buggy thing... tell me *everything*. I'm both excited and terrified.
The Dune Buggy is *an experience*. It's the white-knuckle, scream-at-the-top-of-your-lungs, hold-on-for-dear-life kind of experience. You fly across these massive sand dunes at what feels like warp speed, sometimes tilting at impossible angles. The views are incredible — vast, endless beaches meeting the clear blue sky.
But the fear is *real*. I’m not gonna lie, I spent a lot of the time with my eyes squeezed shut, praying to the sand dune gods. And on one particularly terrifying descent, I definitely let out a primal scream that probably echoed across the whole damn coastline. The driver found it hilarious. Me? Not so much, at the time. Now, though? The memory makes me laugh. It’sUnbelievable Luxuries Await: Hotel Metropolitan Takasaki's Hidden Gems!
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