Unbelievable Jakarta Stay! OYO 93540 Bintang Residence 2 Review
Unbelievable Jakarta Stay! OYO 93540 Bintang Residence 2 Review
Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause we're diving headfirst into the glorious, messy reality of Jakarta's Unbelievable Stay! OYO 93540 Bintang Residence 2. Forget polished brochures, I'm bringing you the real deal, the stuff they don't tell you. And, spoiler alert: it's a mixed bag. But hey, isn't life?
Accessibility - The Pre-Trip Panic (and a Surprise!)
Okay, let's be real: navigating Jakarta can be… ambitious. Before even thinking about OYO 93540, I was knee-deep in Google Maps, trying to figure out the accessibility situation. Did this place even try? Well, the answer is a tentative "maybe." The website doesn't scream "wheelchair accessible," and honestly, the whole city feels like a labyrinth sometimes. But the elevator is a definite plus (thank god!), and I didn't see crazy stairs or crazy obstacles. It's probably not the most accessible place, but it ain't a total uphill battle either. The fact they list "Facilities for disabled guests" on the amenities list gives me a glimmer of hope… but maybe call ahead and ask for specifics if that's a dealbreaker.
Internet (And My Sanity)
Ah, the internet. The modern-day lifeblood. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! YES! Absolutely vital. And it actually worked, most of the time. Look, I needed my fix of cat videos and doomscrolling just like everyone else. The Internet access – wireless was pretty decent, even in my room. There's also Internet access – LAN, but let’s be real, who uses a wired connection anymore? I'm not a tech guru, I just want to stream and be connected.
Cleanliness and Safety – The Covid Reality Check
Okay, this is where OYO 93540 actually surprised me. After all my research, I was fully prepared for the worst. But honestly, they seemed to be trying. They had all the buzzwords. Anti- viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, the works. My room definitely looked clean. The room sanitization opt-out, is a nice touch. The staff trained in safety protocol seemed like they knew what they were doing. I mean, it’s hard to tell, right? But given the times, they're putting in the effort.
Dining and Snacking – Food, Glorious, Questionable Food
Here's the chaotic truth: the dining experience at this OYO is… a journey. They have Restaurants, and a Coffee shop, and a Snack bar, and the all important Room service [24-hour]. The Breakfast [buffet] was… well, it was there. An Asian breakfast and Western breakfast option, which is good. But the A la carte restaurant menu had a lot to be desired. I'd describe it as "varied" but maybe stick to ordering from the menu or order from a food delivery service. The Poolside bar is a definite plus, perfect for a late evening drink after a long day.
Services and Conveniences – The Usual Suspects (But with a Twist)
Okay, let's breeze through the usual suspects: Air conditioning in public area, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Daily housekeeping (bless their souls!), Dry cleaning, Elevator (again, thank you!), Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes. All of these were as they should be. The Convenience store was a godsend for late-night snacks. The Air conditioning in public area made it a lot easier to breathe. I didn't need the Babysitting service, since I was without the kids.
Available in All Rooms – Your Personal Oasis (Maybe)
So, what's actually in your room? Let's see… Air conditioning (essential!), Alarm clock (thank god!), Bathrobes (fancy!), Coffee/tea maker (YES!), Daily housekeeping, Desk, Free bottled water (crucial!), Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless (again, YES!), Ironing facilities, Mini bar (always a good time), Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels (for the telly), Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free]. The Seating area and Window that opens really help to make you feel more comfortable, but the Blackout curtains are really the MVP. I definitely did not expect some of these things!
Things to Do, Ways to Relax – Spa Day Dreams… or Not
Okay, this is where the "Unbelievable" gets a bit… well, unbelievable. The list includes a Fitness center, a Pool with view, a Spa, a Steamroom, a Swimming pool [outdoor] and a Sauna. So, in theory, you're in relaxation heaven. Now, in reality? I'm still trying to find the spa and sauna. The pool was okay. The Fitness center had that equipment. Anyway, it's not the Four Seasons, let's be honest. Manage your expectations. But a cool, relaxing pool day after a long day of the city sounds great!
Getting Around – Jakarta's Wild Ride
Airport transfer, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Taxi service, and Valet parking. Getting around Jakarta is an adventure, and this place gives you options. But the Car park [free of charge], is a definite perk.
The Bottom Line (And My Honest Opinion)
OYO 93540 Bintang Residence 2 is not perfect. It's a bit rough around the edges. But, and this is a big but, it's affordable. And in a city as chaotic and expensive as Jakarta, that counts for a LOT. This isn't a luxury hotel. It's a place to crash, to regroup, to recharge your batteries before facing the glorious madness that is Jakarta.
My Score: 3.5 out of 5 stars.
Let's talk about the Unbelievable Offer (And Why You Should Book NOW!)
Okay, here's the deal: Tired of Jakarta’s overwhelming hustle? Need an escape without breaking the bank? We are talking about a hotel that might not have the most luxurious features, but offers a comfortable and economical stay in the heart of Jakarta.
Why Book OYO 93540 Bintang Residence 2?
- Location, Location, Location: Get ready to explore Jakarta's amazing streets and be the talk of the town!
- Clean, Comfortable Rooms: They sanitize and clean, so you can rest easy after a long day of exploring.
- Amazing Amenities: With Wi-Fi, a pool and a 24-hour room service, you are sure to find something to keep you happy.
- Budget-Friendly: Looking for a great price, then you have come to the right place.
Limited-Time Offer:
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Don't expect perfection. But if you want a solid, clean, and well-located home base for your Jakarta adventure, this OYO gets the job done. You've been warned!
Escape to Paradise: Langfang's Hot Spring Haven Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your sanitized, pre-chewed travel itinerary. This is my Jakarta adventure, and you're coming along for the messy, glorious ride. We're starting at OYO 93540 Bintang Residence 2, because, well, that's where I’m crashing. Wish me luck.
Jakarta Jaunt: A Totally Unfiltered Adventure (Maybe I'll Even Shower)
Day 1: Arrival and the Allure of Air Conditioning (and Instant Noodles)
14:00: Arrived at Soekarno-Hatta International Airport (CGK). The humidity hit me like a wet, warm slap across the face. Honestly, I think I could practically feel my pores opening. First impression? Wow, Jakarta is… energetic. That’s a diplomatic way of putting it. Getting a Grab (ride-sharing app) was a battle. Apparently, everyone wants to escape the airport at the same time, and the chaos is… well, it's part of the fun, right? Right?
15:30: Finally wrangled a ride to OYO 93540 Bintang Residence 2. (Okay, fine, I booked a driver, but the waiting felt like a battle). The place is… well, it exists. It's clean-ish, the air conditioning is a GODSEND, and the Wi-Fi works. Which, after the airport drama, is basically all I ask for. The room is small, and the window looks out onto… well, let's just say it's a view that doesn't inspire poetry. But hey, it's a roof over my head.
16:00 - 18:00: Unpacking. Avoiding the urge to immediately collapse on the bed. Exploring the immediate vicinity, which mainly involves dodging motorbikes and the aggressive stares of tiny cats. Found a tiny warung (local food stall) nearby. The smells were intoxicating… a glorious mix of frying onions, spicy chilies, and something indescribable but undeniably delicious. Almost attempted speaking Bahasa Indonesia, but my linguistic skills are limited to “terima kasih” and the desperate pleas I make when I'm hungry.
18:00 - 20:00: The Big Food Gamble. Decided to be brave and ordered gorengan (fried snacks) from the warung. Crispy, oily, and unbelievably good. The chilli sauce? My mouth is still burning two hours later. Worth it. Absolutely worth it. Followed up with instant noodles in my room because, let's be honest, I'm exhausted and it's the perfect comfort food. The AC is humming, the noodles are slurped… life is (temporarily) perfect.
20:00 - Bedtime: Attempting to plan for tomorrow. Failing. My brain is fried from the travel. Maybe I'll actually attempt to wash my hair… wish me luck. And maybe, just maybe, I'll find the courage to venture out and explore a bit more after my beauty rest.
Day 2: Kota Tua (Old Town) and the Ghosts of History… and Bad Coffee.
9:00 (ish): Wake up. The AC has, thankfully, kept me cool all night, although I suspect it may have also contributed to a slight sore throat. Contemplate the shower. Hesitate. Consider a dry shampoo strategy. Ultimately, surrender and take the plunge.
10:00: The Great Kota Tua Adventure Begins! Grabbed a Grab (again!) to Kota Tua. The traffic was, predictably, insane. I felt like I was in a video game, expertly dodging cars and weaving through throngs of people. The driver kept muttering, I think he might be praying for us.
11:00 - 14:00: Kota Tua. Okay, so, this place is charming. Cobblestone streets, old Dutch colonial buildings, street performers, the whole shebang. But it's also hot. And crowded. And the coffee? Oh, the coffee. I ordered what I thought was a "kopi susu" (coffee with milk). It tasted like burnt dirt and was so strong it could curdle milk (and possibly my insides). Note to self: Research coffee shops thoroughly before ordering again. Lesson learned.
14:00 - 15:00: Wandering around the Museum Fatahillah. Attempted to look cultured and absorbed some of the history. Okay, I tried. Truthfully, I got distracted by the pigeons and the old bicycles people were renting. It might be the heat, but everything started to blend together. Saw a few Dutch cannons and some very dramatic displays of historical torture. Feeling conflicted about the romantic idea of colonial times.
16:00 - 18:00: Took a traditional becak ride (pedicab) around the area. A completely terrifying and exhilarating experience, weaving through the chaotic streets. The driver was hilarious but spoke no English, so we communicated with smiles and pointing.
18:00: Back at the hotel, feeling utterly drained. The heat, the jostling, the everything. I'm now in my air-conditioned sanctuary, considering ordering delivery. Finding myself craving a proper Western-style burger, which feels blasphemous, but my stomach is rumbling, and I haven't eaten anything substantial all day.
Evening: Debating going out again. Feeling a little… overwhelmed? Or maybe just plain lazy. The allure of Netflix is strong. I'm going to be a terrible tourist, aren't I? I'm probably going to stay in and order pizza. Maybe order a delivery of fruit and water.
Day 3: The Grand Gamble (and Maybe a Massage)
9:00: Woke up. The pizza regret is settling in. My stomach feels a little…off. The laundry pile has multiplied. I'm seriously considering just packing my bags and going home before the heat gets me.
10:00 - 12:00: Decided to take a deep breath and go on the shopping spree. Went to the mall! It's… a mall. Big, air-conditioned, and full of stores that either I have never heard of or that are obscenely overpriced. I bought some bottled water. I'm clearly in denial, but hey, it's an experience.
12:00 - 13:00: Finding some lunch and taking a short walk. Wandered through a food court, which smelled of a thousand different dishes. Chose something I could barely recognize. Still, the tastes are new, good or bad, and that's ultimately what I'm after.
14:00 - 16:00: I'm breaking all my self-imposed rules and getting a massage. My shoulders feel like granite, and my feet are screaming. I found a place online. I'm a little scared, but the reviews were good. Fingers crossed I don't end up needing a massage to recover from the massage.
17:00 - 18:00: This is, if everything is correct, the most beautiful time of the day. I'm writing from the spa. My body is numb and filled with a strange energy.
19:00: Feeling surprisingly refreshed. Maybe this Jakarta thing isn't so bad after all.
20:00: Realizing the journey is coming to an end. I'm still debating what to eat. It will be a very short trip. I'm already thinking about the next trip. I feel a sense of loss.
Day 4: Departure (and a Plea for Clean Socks)
- Morning: Packing. Wondering if I can smuggle the AC unit home. Probably not. Realizing I’ve only worn half the clothes I brought.
- Departure: Goodbye, Jakarta!
This isn't a perfect itinerary, it’s the story of what I did. It's real. It's raw. And it's a memory I (probably) won't regret.
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Unbelievable Jakarta Stay! OYO 93540 Bintang Residence 2: The Messy Truth FAQ
Okay, seriously, is this place really 'Bintang' (Star) material? Or should I readjust my expectations before booking?
*Bintang*? Honey, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Think more... dimly flickering firefly in a forgotten corner of the galaxy. **Expectations? Temper them. Lower. Then, lower them some more.** This isn't the Ritz-Carlton, folks. I mean, I'm not sure what kind of Bintang they were thinking of, but it definitely wasn't the dazzling kind. More like… a slightly off-brand beer that's been left in the sun for an afternoon. It's… *there*. It's functional. It houses you. But sparkle? Glamour? Those are luxury goods in this particular universe.
What's the deal with the Wi-Fi? Because, let's be honest, I need to Instagram my questionable street food finds.
Ah, the Wi-Fi. The digital lifeblood of modern existence (and my crippling social media addiction). Here's the tea: the Wi-Fi is… *erratic*. Think of it as that distant uncle who only shows up when he feels like it, and when he *does* show up, you're not entirely sure you actually *wanted* him there. One minute you're scrolling, the next you're staring at that blasted loading symbol, contemplating the meaninglessness of existence. **Pro-tip: download your essential memes *before* you arrive. Trust me.** I spent a solid hour of my stay staring at the spinning circle, wishing I'd brought a book (which, ironically, would have also been out of date, since I was relying on a Kindle that needed to connect to the dreaded Wi-Fi).
The room…tell me about the room. Be honest! (And, while you're at it, are the photos...accurate?)
The room. Ah, yes, the room. Where memories are made (and questionable stains are likely left). **Let's be real: those online photos? Let's just call them "aspirational."** They probably used a wide-angle lens and some serious Photoshop magic. My room? It was… compact. Let's call it "cozy," shall we? The bed? Functionally a bed. Comfort? Well, you'll survive. I had a moment where I swear I felt a rogue spring poking my spine, but hey, at least I was kept on my toes, right? The decor? Let's just say it had a distinct "budget utilitarian" vibe. Think: clean-ish walls, a vaguely floral bedspread, and a bathroom that, while functional, I wouldn't exactly *invite* my mother into. It's not a palace. It's a place to rest your weary head after a long day of Jakarta adventures. And hey, for the price, that's okay.
Was the location convenient? Did you manage to escape the legendary Jakarta traffic...at all?
Location, location, location! This is where things get a little… mixed. It *was* actually pretty decent, in a "you can get somewhere eventually if you're patient and don't mind a certain level of vehicular chaos" kind of way. The area? It was...Jakarta. Which means, expect traffic. **I spent a good three hours one day just getting from the residence to… the *mall*. I felt like I aged a decade in that car.** But, on the flip side, once you got out (or in, depending on your perspective), there was stuff to do. Food, shops, all the Jakarta-ness you could want. So, convenient? Maybe. Traffic-proof? Absolutely not. Bring a good book, a healthy supply of patience, and possibly a therapy session scheduled for when you get back.
Okay, let's talk about the staff. Were they helpful/friendly/just present, or did they actively contribute to the chaos?
The staff! Ah, the unsung heroes (or maybe just the *present*) of this whole shebang. Honestly? They were… fine. They were there. They offered a smile, or a nod, or a muttered "Selamat pagi" (Good morning!). I didn't have any major interactions, which is a good thing, I guess. No horror stories to speak of. They were generally polite, in that very Indonesian way. Efficient? Maybe not the word I'd use. But, again, for the price point, who am I to complain? **I certainly didn't feel as if I was bothering anyone.** I will say that communication was a little tricky. My Indonesian is… limited. Their English was… also limited. But we managed! We definitely managed. Mostly through a combination of pointing, miming, and a healthy dose of hope.
The cleanliness of the bathroom? A critical question! Because I have standards...kinda.
Alright, let's get down to the nitty-gritty of the bathroom experience. This is where things get… interesting. The cleanliness, shall we say, was *relative*. It wasn't like a biohazard zone, DON'T WORRY. But it wasn't sparkling either. Think… a well-used, but mostly cleaned, toilet. The shower? Well, the water *did* come out. It *was* warm. I did manage to remove the day's grime, so I cannot complain too much. The tile grout? Let's not go there. **My advice? Bring flip-flops. And maybe a healthy dose of disinfectant wipes.** Look, I can handle a little "character" in a budget hotel. It's part of the adventure, right? But if you're a germaphobe? This might not be the place for you.
Anything REALLY memorable happen? Good or bad? Spill the tea!
Oh, honey, *memorable*? Yes. Absolutely. Let me tell you a story. One evening, I returned to my room after a particularly aggressive battle with Jakarta traffic (which, let's be honest, is pretty much every day). I was exhausted, craving a hot shower (and maybe a stiff drink, but the hotel didn't have a bar, so… water it was!). I get to my room, stick my key in the lock...and *nothing*. The door wouldn't budge. Panic started creeping in. I'd left my phone in the room, so no calling for help. I must have looked like a deranged tourist, trying to break into my own room (what a sight!). **Then, the security guard showed up. Bless his heart, he looked like he'd just woken up. He fiddled with the lock for a good ten minutes before it finally clicked open.** Turns out, the batteries in the key card reader were apparently... not good. The relief! Sheer, unadulterated relief. It wasn't a horrific event, but it was definitely memorable. It was also a reminderInfinity Inns
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