Indonesian Paradise Found: Pyrenees Malioboro Hotel's Unforgettable Yogyakarta Stay
Indonesian Paradise Found: Pyrenees Malioboro Hotel - My Yogyakarta Adventure (With a Few Hiccups!)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups! Because I just got back from Yogyakarta, and let me tell you, it was a whirlwind. And smack-dab in the middle of all that chaos was the Pyrenees Malioboro Hotel. "Indonesian Paradise Found," you say? Well, let's break it down, piece by piece, because nothing's ever truly perfect, is it? And THANK GOODNESS for that – it makes the stories better!
Accessibility: The Good, the Maybe, and the "Hmm…"
Okay, first things first: Accessibility. They're trying, bless their hearts. Elevator, check. Facilities for disabled guests, check. But, and it's a BIG but, Yogyakarta itself isn't exactly a wheelchair-friendly city. Pavements are… an adventure. So, while the hotel tries to be accessible, don’t expect smooth sailing outside its doors. Inside? Pretty good.
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe-ISH
Look, with everything that's been going on, cleanliness is KEY. And Pyrenees Malioboro? They were on it. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, professional-grade sanitizing services, rooms sanitized between stays… the list goes on. They even had hand sanitizer everywhere. I even loved the individually-wrapped food options. It made me feel slightly more at ease about the whole thing. I think.
Room Sanitization Opt-Out Available: That's a nice touch.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Eat Your Heart Out (Literally?)
This is where things got interesting, and where my first big hiccup happened. (More on that later). Dining options were… plentiful. Restaurants, coffee shops, a poolside bar – you get the picture. They boasted Asian cuisine, International cuisine, Western cuisine. The breakfast buffet, they said, was legendary.
And it was.
Okay, maybe not "legendary" in the "achieves world peace" kind of way, but… delicious! A glorious spread of fresh fruit, pastries, and… well, you name it, they probably had it. I may have gone back for seconds. And thirds. Okay, fine, fourths. I completely lost track, caught up in the deliciousness. They also had alternative meal arrangement, which was good because I was trying to eat my way through all of it, but some things were just too much.
My major hiccup! One incident, I went to the poolside bar, all hyped up for a Mojito after a long day. The only problem? They didn't have mint! And the bartender’s response? "Oh, maaf (sorry), we ran out." My heart sank. I was devastated. I mean, what's a poolside bar without a Mojito? My vacation was effectively ruined (kidding… mostly). But I did have a pretty dramatic internal debate with myself.
The Food and Drinks were honestly good.
Rooms and Stuff: The Cozy Nest
My room was… comfy. Definitely comfy. The air conditioning was blasting, which was a godsend. Free Wi-Fi (thank you, sweet baby Jesus!), and a mini bar (hello, late-night snacks!). Plus, a pretty decent view. The blackout curtains were a lifesaver for my beauty sleep, as well.
Available in all rooms:
- Additional toilet
- Air conditioning
- Alarm clock
- Bathrobes
- Bathroom phone
- 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
- Interconnecting room(s) available
- Internet access – LAN
- Internet access – wireless
- Ironing facilities
- Laptop workspace
- Linens
- Mini bar
- Mirror
- Non-smoking
- On-demand movies
- Private bathroom
- Reading light
- Refrigerator
- Safety/security feature
- Satellite/cable channels
- Scale
- Seating area
- Separate shower/bathtub
- Shower
- Slippers
- Smoke detector
- Socket near the bed
- Sofa
- Soundproofing
- Telephone
- Toiletries
- Towels
- Umbrella
- Visual alarm
- Wake-up service
- Wi-Fi [free]
- Window that opens.
Things To Do and Ways to Relax: Recharging the Batteries
Now, the reason I picked this hotel was for the amenities. Pool with view, Sauna, Spa? I could live there. The swimming pool was fantastic, and I spent a lot of time there. The fitness center was well-equipped, and I actually did a workout, which is a miracle in itself. I also treated myself to a massage at the spa. Oh, the massage was divine. Pure bliss. I felt like a brand new human being afterwards.
Services and Conveniences: They Thought of Everything!
They practically catered to your whims. Concierge, laundry service, room service 24-hour, daily housekeeping: what more could you ask for? They thought of everything: facilities for disabled guests, luggage storage, safety deposit boxes.
For the Kids…
And they had Babysitting service, so it's great if you're traveling with family!
Getting Around: Navigating the City… and Beyond
Airport transfer, taxi service, car park. Very helpful for getting around.
In summary…
The Pyrenees Malioboro Hotel? It’s a solid choice. There were hiccups, yes, but nothing major. And the staff were genuinely lovely and helpful. Yes, it has rooms, its has food it has places to relax.
My Unforgettable Yogyakarta Stay: A Pyrenees Malioboro Hotel Adventure!
Ready to experience the magic of Yogyakarta? Look no further than the Pyrenees Malioboro Hotel, where comfort, convenience, and a touch of adventure await. Nestled in the heart of the city, our hotel offers an unforgettable stay:
- Unwind in style: Relax and rejuvenate in our luxurious rooms, complete with free Wi-Fi, comfy beds, and all the amenities you need for a perfect getaway.
- Indulge your senses: Savor delicious meals in our diverse restaurants, from Asian specialties to international cuisine. Cool off in our stunning outdoor pool, then head to the spa for a rejuvenating massage.
- Explore Yogyakarta: With easy access to the city's top attractions, including the iconic Malioboro Street, you're perfectly positioned to discover the rich culture and history of Yogyakarta. Plus, enjoy our convenient services, including airport transfers and attentive staff ready to assist with your every need.
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Unbelievable Hidden Gem: Hotel Az Ehime Toyo-Teiwn Saijo!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. We're diving headfirst into the messy, glorious, chaotic beauty of the Pyrenees Malioboro Hotel in Yogyakarta, Indonesia. And let me tell you, after three weeks of trying to book a damn flight, I NEED this. Let's see…
The Pyrenees Malioboro: A Yogyakarta Rumble in the Jungle (and the Budget)
Day 1: Arrival, Jet Lag, and the Questionable Charm of the Pool
- 14:00 – 15:00: Land, survive the immigration gauntlet (seriously, is it always this hot and sweaty?), and finally breathe the blessed, slightly-smoggy air of Yogyakarta. Get to the hotel. My brain’s still buffering from the flight, but at least the taxi driver didn’t try to fleece me too badly. We haggled, like, a little, and I'm calling it a win.
- 15:00 – 16:00: Check-in. The lobby is… well, it’s a lobby. A bit dated, maybe a touch of that “grandma's living room” vibe. The aircon's blasting, which is a godsend. The staff are incredibly smiley, which already makes me feel better. I'm praying my room is actually ready so I don't go full meltdown.
- 16:00 – 17:00: Room inspection. Okay, not bad. A little… old-school. The water pressure in the shower is something out of a children's book—it's more of a drizzle. But the bed looks comfy, and that's what matters right this second. Unpack. Immediately regret overpacking. Seriously, why did I bring that sequined jumpsuit?
- 17:00 – 18:00: Poolside…attempt. The pool area. Oh boy. It’s…there. A bit green. And there's a single, forlorn-looking plastic flamingo. The water is lukewarm. The sun is starting to set, painting the sky in fiery hues, but I'm not feeling the romance. Instead, I feel a weird mix of existential dread and the desperate urge for a Bintang. I'll grab a beer, but this pool is a hard pass. The plastic flamingo is judging me.
Day 2: Borobudur Sunrise, Coffee Crashes, and a Street Food Frenzy
- 04:00 – 08:00: Wake up. Seriously, this time is insane. But Borobudur temple is supposed to be amazing at sunrise, so okay, I'm up. Taxi to Borobudur. It's dark, quiet, and a bit unsettling on the way (I'm a city girl, and everything feels different here). Arrive, pay the entrance fee (ouch, but worth it), and climb to the top. Oh. My. GOD. The sunrise. The temple. The sheer magnificence of it all. I'll try to describe it, but words fail me. Utterly breathtaking. This is something I am definitely going to double down on.
- Anecdote: I almost tripped over a sleeping monk while trying to get a good picture. He mumbled something in Javanese, which I’m pretty sure translated to "idiot tourist." I blame the altitude.
- 08:00 – 09:00: Post-sunrise coffee. The local coffee is unbelievably strong. This is not a metaphor. I have a caffeine-induced heart flutter and a sudden, overwhelming desire to write a novel. Which, let's be honest, is probably not going to happen.
- 09:00 – 12:00: Explore inside Borobudur. It really is beautiful. Walked around and felt the history.
- 12:00 – 14:00: Back to the hotel, shower, and change clothes.
- 14:00 – 17:00: Street food. This is where things get interesting. The streets of Yogyakarta are a sensory overload in the best possible way. The smells, the noise, the sheer chaos of it all. I brave the bustling alleyways and dive headfirst into the world of Indonesian cuisine. Nasi goreng, sate ayam, gado-gado… My taste buds are doing a happy dance.
- Quirky Observation: I swear I saw a cat riding on top of a scooter, wearing a tiny helmet. Or maybe it was the caffeine talking. Or the chili.
- 17:00 – 18:00: Realize I'm sweating profusely. Find a small convenience store, and chug a large bottle of water. A lot of water.
- 18:00 onwards: Dinner - try another restaurant. I'm a little overwhelmed from food, and too, I am tired so I went back to the hotel.
Day 3: Batik, Temples, and a Lesson in Letting Go
- 09:00 – 12:00: Batik class. Okay, I consider myself relatively crafty. But the art of batik is a whole other level. The wax, the dye, the intricate designs… it's mesmerising. I manage to (barely) create a slightly lopsided scarf. I'm calling it "abstract art."
- Emotional Reaction: When my batik attempt kind of sucks, I felt frustrated at first, but then I saw other people's art and I was okay with it!
- 12:00 – 13:00: Lunch - Eat a delicious meal with a lot of rice.
- 13:00 – 16:00: Prambanan: I'm not a fan of temples - BUT this is probably the most beautiful temples in the area! It's honestly worth staying there despite the heat.
- 16:00 – 17:00: Hotel - time to rest.
- 17:00 – 18:00: Check out the hotel. Realize I have a ton of stuff.
- 18:00 onwards: Dinner and then the airport!
Important Considerations (aka, My Disorganized Ramblings)
- The Hotel: The Pyrenees Malioboro is a decent budget choice. Don't expect luxury. Expect a bit of character (and maybe questionable pool hygiene.) The staff are lovely. The location is central, which is a huge plus.
- Food: Eat everything. Seriously. Be adventurous. Embrace the spice. Buy some antacids. You'll be fine.
- Transportation: Get a ride share app. Taxis can haggle you, but motorbikes are probably the cheapest.
- Jet Lag: Drink water. Sleep when you can. Accept that you'll be a mess for at least the first two days.
- Embrace the Mess: Things won't always go to plan. You'll get lost. You'll sweat a lot. You'll probably say the wrong thing at some point. That's okay. That's part of the adventure.
- Let Go: This is my mantra. Let go of expectations. Let go of control. Let go of the urge to judge the plastic flamingo. Just breathe, soak it all in, and try to enjoy the chaos. See the world.
Okay, that's a start. As you can tell, I've definitely over-caffeinated and probably have too much free time. Here's to hoping I don’t spontaneously combust from the heat, get food poisoning, or lose my passport. Wish me luck! I’ll need it. And maybe a Bintang. Lots and lots of Bintang.
Escape to Paradise: Geojae Cable Car Pension Awaits!
So, what *is* this all about, anyway? Like, what are we even DOING here?
Ugh, good question. I honestly don't even remember. Let's pretend we're talking about... **the existential dread of folding fitted sheets**. No, wait, TOO depressing. Okay, let's go with **Learning to knit while also trying to wrangle a toddler** - because that's my life right now, minus the actual knitting part (I'm more of a "scroll endlessly on Etsy" type of person). So, yeah, that's my working title: **"Knitting with Kittens (and Toddlers!) - A FAQ"** (and yes, there are no kittens, but I needed a hook).
Why knitting? Why now? Did you get a sudden urge to channel your inner Martha Stewart or something?
Okay, so... I've *always* admired knitters. The way they create something tangible, something beautiful, from a bunch of string! And, let's be honest, there's a certain "I'm better than you" vibe that comes with it that I secretly love. But no, it wasn't a sudden Martha Stewart epiphany. It was more like... a desperate attempt to *not* look at my phone for five minutes. Like, the toddler needed a nap (hah!), and everything on my laptop was making me rage-cry. So I thought, "Ooh, knitting! That seems… peaceful." I got like, one row done, then the toddler woke up, and the whole thing had to be quickly hidden under a blanket. So, no, not Martha Stewart, more like "Pretend-to-be-a-knitter-while-trying-to-survive-another-Tuesday."
Alright, alright, fine. But actually *knitting*? Is it hard? Because I'm notoriously bad at anything that requires more than one brain cell to function.
HARD? Honey, let me tell you a story. The first time I attempted to cast on... pure chaos. My yarn was a tangled, screaming mess. My needles were like tiny, angry weapons. I was so frustrated I almost threw them across the room (which, let's be real, probably *would* have happened if the toddler *hadn't* been nearby to possibly be hit by a flying size 7). Finding the "right" needles? The *right* yarn is another whole layer of hell. Then the tutorials! Every Youtube video felt like it was speaking a foreign language. "Yarn over? Purl stitch? What *is* a 'slip, slip, knit'?! I think I’m failing.” But, and this is the embarrassing part, the most difficult thing about knitting? Finding the *time*. Like, actual, solid, uninterrupted *time*. It’s a conspiracy, I swear. The toddler will ALWAYS need a diaper change RIGHT as you get your first few stitches done. Always. You’ll start to suspect they’re monitoring your knitting efforts. The truth is you're mostly doing this to avoid laundry.
So, if it's that hard, why keep trying? Are you a masochist?
Okay, first, I *resent* that question. Second… maybe slightly? But really, it’s that weird, primal satisfaction of… *creating*. Like, I made something! Granted, it looks like a lumpy, misshapen mess that might resemble a scarf if you squint really hard and have had a few glasses of wine. But it's *mine*. And the *potential*! Imagine a cozy blanket. A cute hat for the toddler. A decorative pillow thingy. It's all a lie in my head, of course. The knitting equivalent of thinking, “Oh, I can totally run a marathon!” when you haven’t exercised since ‘98. (I *did* use to have to knit a marathon of socks once). It's also, and I’m being honest here, a distraction from the crushing weight of existence. Also, it's a good place to hide chocolate wrappers.
Give me the actual, practical stuff: What yarn should I use? What needles? Where do I even *start*?
Ugh, practical. Fine. Okay, yarn: Start with something *easy*. Like, not that fluffy, mohair stuff. You’ll end up with a ball of yarn the size of a small car after one wonky attempt. Wool-blend is probably your best friend—it's relatively forgiving. For needles....I honestly just grabbed whatever was on sale at the craft store, and then probably used the wrong size anyway. You know the ones where they have a little sticker with the size on it you need your glasses for... yeah, those. Start with bigger needles, they're easier to handle. And where to start? Youtube. Get ready to watch like, eight videos, and still mess it up. Also, learn the right yarn. It's very important, even though I can't quite remember what my yarn is.
I’ve tried to knit (or crochet, or whatever). I gave up. I failed. What do you say to me?
Honestly? I say, "Join the club!" We ALL fail. There's a whole online community devoted to "frogging" (ripping out your work). It's part of the process! That’s why I’ve got a massive pile of yarn that has been frogged over and over. You learn from your mistakes. You curse a lot. (Seriously, the cursing is therapeutic.) And sometimes, you get something *okay*. Sometimes, you make something GREAT! And sometimes, you end up with a wonky, lumpy thing that resembles a cat toy and everyone will know it's not going to be a scarf. It's all about the journey, right? (No, wait, I hate that expression). It's about the chocolate wrappers and the temporary escape from the toddler who’s covered in something sticky. The answer is KEEP GOING. Also, hide the evidence. And maybe, just *maybe*, one day… you'll actually finish something. (I'm still hoping that "one day" exists, right?)
Is this supposed to be therapy? Are you okay?
Therapy? Maybe. Am I okay? Generally yeah. The knitting… the toddler…they keep me going. They keep me from being a complete disaster. (Sometimes.) Knitting and the toddler, they're a good combo, I think. There's always something to be done in the moment, a good distraction away from the reality of it all. Look, let's be real, I’m probably going to cry at some point while writing this. I’ll probably mess up the formatting. But I'm still writing it. And that, my friend, is enough for today.
