Unbelievable Ardennes Chalet: Panoramic Views Await! (La Roche-en-Ardenne)
The Grand Exotica: A Review That's More "Exasperated Tourist" Than "Expert Critic"
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the tea – the lukewarm, probably-been-sitting-out-too-long-in-the-lobby tea – on the Grand Exotica. This place… well, let's just say it's an experience. And not always the good kind.
(SEO & Metadata Breakdown at the End - Don't worry, I haven't forgotten my day job!)
First Impressions & Accessibility - The Great Divide
Pulling up, the Grand Exotica looked the part. Gleaming glass, manicured lawns, the works. But the moment I started trying to get inside with my (admittedly clunky) suitcase, the facade started cracking. Wheelchair accessible? Sure, on paper. But the ramps felt suspiciously steep, like they were designed by someone who’d never actually used a wheelchair. And the automated doors? Half the time they didn't detect me. I swear, I spent a solid five minutes waving my arms like a deranged seagull, pleading with the sensor. So, kudos for trying to be accessible. But maybe hire someone with, you know, a bit more actual understanding. On the bright side, the doorman was incredibly helpful. He practically carried my suitcase (and me, at that point!) inside. So, points for him! The building had an elevator which helped too.
Inside, the lobby was a sensory overload. Gorgeous, I'll give it that. Stunning air conditioning in public area, thank goodness. But also… noisy. Lots of people milling about, some very loud announcements, a general air of organized chaos. This is where the adventure began.
Internet Access - A Tale of Two Wi-Fis (and a LAN Cable from Hell)
The Free Wi-Fi in all rooms was, shall we say, optimistic. It was more like "Wi-Fi that occasionally, maybe, if you're lucky, works." I tried the public areas too - Wi-Fi in public areas - same disappointment. I'm talking buffering videos, dropped calls, and a constant battle with my own sanity. My attempts at work took ages. Internet [LAN] was an option listed, and I dragged out a cable from the back of my luggage, excited for actual speed. Turns out, the "LAN" port in my room was a decorative piece of plastic. Seriously. A decorative piece. I spent a solid hour on the phone with the front desk, finally giving up and resorting to tethering to my phone. This is what made me write this review in the first place!
Things to Do, Ways to Relax - Spa Days and Swim Times (Maybe)
Okay, let’s be positive. The Grand Exotica does offer a serious list of amenities. So… Spa, Spa/sauna, Sauna, Steamroom, Body scrub, Body wrap, Massage: It sounded heavenly, I'll admit it. BUT… good luck getting a booking! The spa was perpetually booked, appointments were hours out, and felt more like a competitive sport. I did manage to squeak into the swimming pool [outdoor], a beautiful thing, but the pool with view situation was more of a 'things to do' at the pool, if you know what I mean. The fitness center, gym/fitness was good, but lacked basic supplies like water bottles and towels (not that I could have relied on the Sauna, if I had some water with me). The foot bath felt less relaxing and more like a weird tickle torture device. And everyone (and I mean everyone) was taking pictures. So maybe more of a "relaxing experience" for some, but not for this particular weary traveller.
Another plus: the terrace was lovely (when you could actually find a seat) and ideal for some quiet reflection.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - A Culinary Adventure!
I was quite keen for the Breakfast [buffet]. It was adequate. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast were both available, so, options are good. There was a coffee/tea in restaurant (needed, after my Wi-Fi struggles). But the food… meh. The fruit looked good, but tasted bland. The pastries seemed to have been sitting out since the dawn of time. The restaurants themselves were a mixed bag. The Asian cuisine in restaurant was surprisingly good. The Western cuisine in restaurant was… well, it was there. The bar was lively, the poolside bar was okay. The Happy hour specials were the only thing really making me happy, to be honest. The Room service [24-hour] was a Godsend when I was too tired to face the buffet. But it took ages, and the food was lukewarm at best. The snack bar was a lifesaver when I was feeling peckish, but the desserts in restaurant (which I tried and was disappointed by) and soup in restaurant and salad in restaurant were not as good. The bottle of water was a nice touch, though (though I have a feeling it was the only thing that was free from any buffet). Overall, the food experience was a rollercoaster.
Cleanliness and Safety - Pandemic Pandemonium?
They tried. They really did. Staff trained in safety protocol, daily disinfection in common areas, rooms sanitized between stays, Hand sanitizer everywhere (great!), individually-wrapped food options (so so), Safe dining setup, Anti-viral cleaning products, Sterilizing equipment, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Cashless payment service, Shared stationery removed: all evidence of a valiant effort in this new world. I even saw someone wielding a fogger in the hallway. The room sanitization opt-out available was a nice option. The hygiene certification probably made a difference. However, despite all the posturing, I still think the kitchen and tableware items were a bit lacking in terms of the actual sanitizing aspect. On the whole though, they took matters seriously.
Services and Conveniences – A Mixed Bag, As Usual
The concierge was helpful (when you could get their attention). Daily housekeeping was efficient. The laundry service was quick. The concierge was pretty good. Convenience store was handy. The doorman never once made me feel like an idiot when I tried to enter the revolving doors (I’m clumsy, alright?). But the facilities for disabled guests were, as previously stated, lacking. Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site] were handy. There was an airport transfer, but it was expensive. The luggage storage was useful. The Meetings and Meeting/banquet facilities were being utilized. Invoice provided with no problems.
For the Kids – Apparently, There Are Some
I have no kids, so I can't personally vouch for how kid-friendly the Grand Exotica is. But they do offer babysitting service, Kids meal, Kids facilities.
Available in all rooms Room Decorations were pleasant. Air conditioning (important). Alarm clock, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
Overall…
The Grand Exotica is a classic case of “pretty on the outside, slightly broken on the inside.” It tries hard, and it has potential. But it needs some serious fine-tuning, especially when it comes to accessibility and a reliable internet connection. Would I stay there again? Maybe. For a quick trip, if the price was right. But honestly, my expectations would be lower than the pool water level.
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars. (And that's being generous.)
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a Belgian adventure, a chaotic symphony of waffles, winding roads, and the potential for a spectacular, slightly-off-kilter experience at that chalet in La Roche-en-Ardenne. This isn't your perfectly-packaged travel brochure. This is… real.
The (Un)Official La Roche-en-Ardenne Chalet Debacle: A Stream of Consciousness Itinerary, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Waffle Crumbles
Day 1: Arrival – And the Great Luggage Hunt of 2024
- 8:00 AM (ish): Brussels Airport. Ugh. So, flying, right? The ultimate exercise in delayed gratification. Always a gamble. Today, we won… sort of. Our luggage, however, appears to have taken a detour to, I don't know, Narnia? (The baggage carousel definitely wasn’t cooperating.)
- 9:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Brussels – a whirlwind of frantic phone calls, vague assurances from the airline, and the slow, creeping dread that my favourite flannel shirt is currently enjoying a far more glamorous life in… wherever our bags are.
- 11:00 AM: Rental car acquired. Finally. A tiny, slightly-used little thing that looks like it might explode on the first hill. This should be interesting.
- 11:30 AM - 1:30 PM: Driving. Belgium's landscape is actually gorgeous, all rolling hills and quaint villages that look like they popped straight out of a fairytale. The road signs? A complete and utter mystery. My French is… well, let’s just say I know the word for "delicious" and that's about it. Google Maps is our new overlord.
- 2:00 PM: Arrival at the Chalet! Oh. My. God. Seriously. The view. Holy moly. Panoramic doesn't even begin to cover it. It’s like the entire Ardennes region just decided to pose for a postcard, right outside our window. Instant therapy. Instant… oh wait, where's the luggage? Never mind. We'll survive off the snacks I shoved in my carry-on.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Chalet Familiarization and the "Where's the Wine Opener?" Saga. Unpacking (what little we have). Exploring the chalet. Discovering there's a fireplace. Immediately planning a roaring fire. Also, the aforementioned wine opener. It’s missing. This is not good. This will be a problem.
- 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner in La Roche-en-Ardenne. Wandering around the town, which is charming, but also, where's the light? This place is dark at night. Finding a restaurant that seems promising (or at least, hasn't run out of food yet). Attempting to order in broken French. Getting surprisingly tasty food, probably because the waiter felt sorry for us. Discovering the local beer is amazing, and the lack of sleep is hitting hard.
- 9:00 PM - Midnight: Fireplace attempts! Finally, after fumbling with matches and newspaper, and the whole place is fill with smoke. The wine (eventually) gets opened with… a butter knife. Triumph! Sitting by the fire, drinking wine, staring at the view. The world feels…right. Almost. Still no luggage.
Day 2: Castle, Caves, and (Maybe, Just Maybe) a Miracle
- 8:00 AM: Wake up to the most beautiful view in the world. Realizing that my pajamas are now covered in ash. (Fireplace problems.) Coffee. Desperate for a shower, but… no luggage. Sigh.
- 9:00 AM: La Roche-en-Ardenne Castle. Exploring the ruins and trying to imagine what life was like back in the day. So much history, so much… death, probably? The whole castle thing is pretty grim when you think about it. Still, great views (sensing a pattern?). The air is clean. The sun is shining. Feeling grateful.
- 11:00 AM: The Caves of Hotton! So. Many. Stalactites. Stalagmites. And the kind of damp that seeps into your bones. I'm starting to think I should have worn some warmer clothes. Okay, okay, I know I should have worn warmer clothes, but hey, I’m a woman of adventure! Also, the lack of proper clothing is turning into a character.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch at a charming little bistro in a nearby village. This time, I have a crash course in French: "S'il vous plaît," "Merci," and "Je voudrais une bière, s'il vous plaît." Feeling quite accomplished. Food: Excellent. The beer: Even better.
- 2:30 PM - 5:00 PM: River Meuse walk and contemplation. Some people would call this 'leisure time'. I call it: 'trying to figure out why my life has become a bizarre series of minor inconveniences'. But it does start to feel good again. The air is fresh. The reflections on the river are gorgeous.
- 6:00 PM: The Waffle Incident. Okay, so I'd seen all these pictures of people eating delicious waffles, and after having one, I was hooked. Back at the chalet, I decided to make my own waffles. I'd bought the batter and was ready to go, but… I forgot the instructions (because I'm terrible at planning) And the waffle iron? It became a hot mess of burnt batter. I may have cried a little bit. But hey, it tasted good in the end.
- 7:00 PM- 9:00 PM: Dinner again. This time, pizza. Because, why not? (And also because my waffle-making skills are clearly lacking.)
- 9:00 PM - Midnight: Another evening, the same routine. Great view. But still no luggage. (Sigh.)
Day 3: The Search for Chocolate, and the Epiphany of the Tiny Village
- 8:00 AM: Another morning. Another stunning valley vista. Another desperate search for missing luggage. (I'm starting to think it's become sentient and is actively avoiding us.)
- 9:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Okay, the search for chocolate starts. This is a serious mission. We're going to find the ultimate chocolate experience. We visit a few chocolate shops in La Roche-en-Ardenne and get enough sample that we can never eat chocolate again.
- 11:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Driving through the countryside. We find a small village, so pretty that it seems like a postcard. We sit at a cafe and observe people. The cafe smells like coffee and freshly baked pastry. My mood changes.
- 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: The River walk again. The silence is broken only by the gentle lapping of the water and the calls of birdsong. It’s a stark contrast to the frenetic pace of the previous days and offers a moment of genuine tranquility. This is what it's all about, right?
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: The Great Cheese Hunt? (I just wanted some cheese). Find a local market in the neighboring village and try to buy some cheese. My French is getting slightly better, or at least, I think it is.
- 6:00 PM: Cook at the Chalet. We put together a simple meal and sit at the table. It's quiet. It's peaceful.
- 9:00 PM - Midnight: Another last night. I can't believe my trip to La Roche-en-Ardenne is almost over.
Day 4: Departure - And the Promise of Future Chaos
- 8:00 AM: Last breathtaking sunrise. Packing (what little there is). Leaving the chalet.
- 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Drive back to the airport. Return the tiny, slightly-used rental car. Pray that the luggage magically appears. (Spoiler alert: it doesn't.)
- 12:00 PM: Flight. Head homes.
- (Somewhere along the way): Resolve to go back to La Roche-en-Ardenne one day. And this time? Pack extra underwear. And maybe a wine opener. And definitely, get my luggage back.
This journey, with all its bumps and bruises, the minor catastrophes (and the potential for major ones), has been pure gold. The beauty of the Ardennes, the warmth of the people, and the sheer, glorious absurdity of it all. Will I come back? Absolutely. Will it all be perfect next time? Absolutely not. And that's what makes it perfect. Until next time, La Roche-en-Ardenne! (And my luggage, please find me.)
Unbelievable Assisi Escape: Belvilla by OYO Azulejos Awaits!
Alright, so… *what* on earth are we even talking about? And why am I suddenly craving pizza?
Well, “we” are talking about… (deep breath) … life. And the absolutely bonkers, beautiful, confusing, and sometimes *completely* pizza-worthy experience of being a human being. That craving? Totally normal. Therapy bills can be crazy. Pizza is cheap. Coincidence? I think not. This whole shebang is about trying, failing, laughing, crying, and hopefully, learning a thing or two along the way. Maybe. And hey, if we don’t, at least we’ll have eaten some pizza.
Is this… like, a self-help thing? Because I’m allergic to that kind of stuff. Mostly.
Uh, kinda. But, like, the *anti*-self-help version. Think less "five easy steps to enlightenment" and more "here's what has *really* happened to me, and maybe you can learn from my glorious failures so you don't step in the same metaphorical dog poop." I've got a *lot* of dog poop stories, let me tell you. Look, I'm no guru. I'm just a person, stumbling around in the dark like everyone else. If you get something helpful out of this, awesome. If not? At least you’ll be entertained, right? RIGHT?! (Please say yes, my ego is fragile.)
Okay, fine. But what can I *actually* expect to find in this… place?
Good question! Expect… well, expect the unexpected. Seriously, I don't even know what's coming. Think:
- Rambling thoughts on everything from relationships (the good, the bad, and the "why am I still talking to this person?") to work (crying in the bathroom - true story!) to the meaning of life (still working on that one, but pizza helps).
- Honest, often brutally so, accounts of my screw-ups. Because, let's face it, I've got a PhD in screwing up.
- Quirky observations. I notice *everything*. Like that weird stain on your shirt? Yeah, saw that.
- Emotional outbursts. Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m grumpy, sometimes I’m just confused. It’s a spectrum, folks.
- Occasional tangent-filled rants. You've been warned.
You keep mentioning pizza. What's the obsession? Is everything about food?
Okay, okay, let's unpack the pizza thing. It's not just food, alright? Sure, I *love* pizza. It's a comfort food, a friend in times of trouble, a delicious vehicle for cheese and dreams. But pizza represents something more, doesn't it? It's the simple joys, the small things that make life bearable. Like a good cup of coffee on a Monday morning, or a genuine laugh with a friend. So no, *not* everything is *about* food in itself, but food is a pretty good metaphor for the good stuff. And let's be honest, sometimes you just *need* that pizza. Especially after a particularly brutal breakup. Or that day you accidentally emailed the wrong person a *very* unflattering assessment of their work. (Oops.)
Alright, so about those screw-ups… give me an example? Don't be shy.
Oh, honey, where do I *begin*? Okay, I'll go with the big one. The time I impulsively decided to dye my hair bright purple just before a very important job interview. I was riding a wave of "self-discovery" and "screw the man!" and thought it would be *empowering*. Newsflash: it wasn't. I showed up looking like a rejected Smurf, and needless to say, I didn't get the job. The interview? A disaster. The manager, bless her heart, tried to be polite but clearly looked like she was fighting back a laugh. My hair? It took months to get back to a semi-professional color. The lesson? Self-expression is great, but maybe... *think* before you impulse-buy the Manic Panic. And don't underestimate the power of a good hair stylist. Seriously.
So, you're saying I could learn something from you? Even though you're a disaster?
Potentially! Maybe. Hopefully. Look, I'm not promising enlightenment here . But consider me a cautionary tale. A walking, talking, pizza-loving case study in "what *not* to do." You might learn to avoid the giant purple hair blunder. Or the awkward email. Or the emotional eating habit. Or maybe you’ll just feel a little less alone in your own beautiful, messy life. And hey, if nothing else, you'll get a few laughs. And that, my friend, is worth its weight in, well, pizza.
This is all a bit… much. Is there a point?
The point? Good question! I'm still figuring that out myself, to be honest. Sometimes I ask myself that question. The *point* is likely to connect, to share, to make sense, of the madness. Maybe it's just about acknowledging that everyone is a bit of a hot mess, and that's okay. Maybe it's about finding the humor in the chaos of being alive. Maybe it's about pizza. Who knows? But if you're here, reading this, you're part of it. So, stick around. Let's see where this crazy ride takes us. And hey, if you’ve got any pizza recommendations… I'm all ears. Or… eyes. You know what I mean.
