Nairobi's Chicest Studio: Blissful Living Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to get the REAL lowdown on Nairobi's Chicest Studio: Blissful Living Awaits! Forget those sterile, overly-polished reviews – I'm about to spill the beans, the good, the bad, and the wonderfully chaotic. Prepare for a review that's less "professional travel writer" and more "friend who just survived a vacation."
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First Impressions & the Accessibility Angle – Let's Get Real:
Okay, finding the place was an adventure in itself. Nairobi traffic, am I right? But finally, Blissful Living Awaits! looked…well, chic. Seriously, it wasn't the usual bland hotel facade. And that's a good start.
Accessibility: The website claims accessibility, and look, they try. The elevator? Fine. The hallways? Wide enough for a wheelchair, mostly. BUT…and this is a big BUT…the bathrooms in the accessible rooms? Still a bit of a squeeze. They are working on it, I was told (and I hope they are!). The idea is there, but the execution still needs a touch more… well, execution. Still, big points for trying!
On-site accessible restaurants/lounges: The main restaurant, "The Serengeti Grill," seemed accessible. A few tables might be a bit tight, but overall, doable.
Internet - The Lifeblood of the Modern Traveler:
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! YES! Okay, breathe. Because in my room, it was…spotty. Sometimes great, sometimes…I was screaming into the abyss. Not ideal when you're trying to work remotely, which is what I was attempting. Internet [LAN] Yes, they have it! But who uses LAN anymore? Internet & Internet services: The provided internet services were, in short, a mixed bag, and this is the biggest issue.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax – The Pampering Factor:
This is where Blissful Living Awaits! KILLS IT.
The Spa/Sauna/Steamroom/Pool with view/Gym/Fitness Center/Massage/Body scrub/Body wrap/Foot bath/Spa/Spa/sauna: Listen. I am a spa enthusiast. I live for a good massage. And the spa here? Woof. Seriously. The pool with the view? Instagram gold. They have a sauna AND a steamroom? I was in heaven. One afternoon I just lost myself in the sauna, I just wanted to be alone there, but I was so dehydrated by the time I went in that I couldn't stay too long. I'm not the best reviewer here.
The gym? Clean, modern, everything you need. The massages? Seriously, book one. And the body scrub? Chef's kiss. They have the whole shebang!
Cleanliness and Safety – The COVID Era:
Okay, let's talk about the elephant in the room: The Rona. Blissful Living Awaits! takes it seriously.
Anti-viral cleaning products: Check. Daily disinfection in common areas: Check. Rooms sanitized between stays: Believe it. Staff trained in safety protocol: Absolutely. Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. They even have Individually-wrapped food options, and the Safe dining setup in the restaurant means you can relax. They take it seriously. The Physical distancing of at least 1 meter is enforced. I actually felt safe. And, honestly, that's priceless right now. They also have a Doctor/nurse on call.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – Fueling the Beast:
Alright, food. This is a mixed bag.
The Serengeti Grill: The main restaurant. The breakfast buffet (International cuisine in restaurant, Western breakfast, Asian breakfast), was decent, and the coffee shop was convenient. There were some nice salads and a soup in the restaurant. Poolside bar: I spent far too much time at the poolside bar. Especially during happy hour. I was always sneaking in there, to steal away a moment of bliss. Room service [24-hour]: Lifesaver! Perfect for late-night cravings or lazy mornings.
The real problem: I felt like I couldn't just 'pop' in and grab a quick drink, a coffee, or food. Most of the time you had to go to and sit at the restaurant. The snack bar, or the coffee shop were not fully up and running during my stay. The fact that they have all these options is great, but it felt a little disjointed.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things That Matter:
Air conditioning in public area: Glorious, especially in Nairobi heat. Concierge: Super helpful. Daily housekeeping: Impeccable. Dry cleaning/ironing service/Laundry service: Good to have, but a little pricey.. Baby sitting service: YES! They also have Facilities for disabled guests.
For the Kids:
They claim to be family-friendly. Babysitting service, Kids facilities and Kids meal are all available so this could defintiely be the case.
The Room – My Personal Oasis:
Okay, my room. It was a studio, and it was… nice. But let's be honest, the "chicest studio" tagline is a touch optimistic.
Additional toilet/ Bathrobes/ Blackout curtains/ Closet/ High floor/ In-room safe box/ Mini bar/ Non-smoking/ Private bathroom/ Shower/ Slippers/ Smoke detector/ Soundproofing/ Telephone/ Toiletries/ Towels/ Umbrella, Wake-up service/ Wi-Fi [free]/ Window that opens** - all present and accounted for.
The bed? Comfy. The extra-long bed? Awesome. The free bottled water? Appreciated. The seating area? Nice to have. The desk? Good for working, when the Wi-Fi cooperated. But… and there's always a but… the décor was a little…bland by Nairobi standards. Functional, yes. But “Chic”? Not quite. It feels a bit generic.
Getting Around:
Airport transfer? Yup. Car park [free of charge]? You betcha. Taxi service? Convenient.
The Quirky Observations & Imperfections that Make It Real:
- My door key card didn't work the first three times. Minor inconvenience, but annoying.
- The lobby music was stuck on a loop of really bad elevator jazz for a good portion of my stay. (I eventually asked them to change it. They did!)
- The in-room coffee maker was… well, let's just say I went to the coffee shop. Repeatedly.
The Emotional Reaction:
Overall? I actually enjoyed my stay. Despite the hiccups. Its a pretty good Nairobi hotel in the end.
The Offer – Because You Deserve a Little Bliss in Your Life!
Here's the deal:
Tired of the Nairobi hustle? Craving a little R&R? Book your stay at Blissful Living Awaits! now and receive:
- 15% discount on all spa treatments. Seriously, book the massage. Trust me.
- Complimentary welcome drink at the poolside bar. Happy hour starts early!
- Free Wi-Fi Upgrade (when available) - Because we know how important staying connected is!
- Guaranteed upgrade to a "Chicer" Studio (subject to availability) - Because who doesn’t want a little extra “chic”?
- Plus, enjoy our commitment to your safety! We offer the highest standards of cleanliness and hygiene, so you can relax and truly unwind.
But Hurry! This offer is only valid for bookings made in the next two weeks. Escape the chaos. Embrace the bliss. Click here to book your stay at Blissful Living Awaits! today!
(Disclaimer: Actual "chicness" may vary. But the spa? The spa is definitely chic.)
Escape to Paradise: Stunning Viareggio Seafront Apartment!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because planning a trip to Nairobi in a blissful studio apartment (fingers crossed it actually is blissful, unlike some places I've ended up…) is a journey in itself. And this itinerary? Forget perfect. This is more like a rollercoaster ride through my brain, with pit stops for chai and existential crises.
Nairobi, Kenya: The (Probably Impeccable) Blissful Studio Apartment Adventure (and My Sanity's Descent)
Day 1: Arrival & The Great Kenyan Unpacking (Mostly)
- Morning (Kinda): Arrive at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport (JKIA). Expect the usual airport chaos - trying to maintain a shred of dignity while navigating the customs line. Maybe wear comfortable shoes, because standing in those lines for hours is the bane of my existence. Grab a sim card, because I'm addicted to my phone and need to google everything. I'm also terrible with currency exchange rates. I probably overpaid for something. Already regretting my choice of suitcase.
- Afternoon (Definitely): Taxi to the "Blissful Studio Apartment." Pray the driver understands English (and doesn't try to scam me with a wildly inflated fare). Hope the pictures online weren't massively photoshopped. Unpack. (Or, more accurately, attempt to unpack). I swear, I always bring too much stuff. I should travel lighter, but no, I'm a human nesting doll, and my suitcase is my home away from home. I'll unpack half of it, realize I don't need most of it, and then just shove it all back in at the end. Classic.
- Evening (Potentially Hangry): Hit up a local restaurant for dinner. I'm craving something authentically Kenyan. Maybe nyama choma (grilled meat) - fingers crossed it's as delicious as it looks online. I'm a vegetarian, but I'll be the judge. I'm likely going to look like an idiot trying to use a fork and knife though. (This happened on my trip to Italy). Get back to the studio apartment (hopefully it actually is blissful) and collapse into bed. Jet lag is a cruel mistress. Already feeling the slight, but very real, paranoia that I've forgotten something vital.
Day 2: Waking Up to Nairobi (and My Own Flaws)
- Morning (Really, REALLY), Wake up to the sounds of… what even are those bird calls? Explore the neighborhood. Get lost. Because I always get lost. In fact, I'm pretty sure getting lost is a life skill. I'll buy some chai and find what I call "the perfect spot." This is where I sit at a cafe and watch people. And judge. It is part of my charm.
- Afternoon: A Safari Dilemma (My Brain vs. the Animals)
I'M SO EXCITED! I'm planning on going on safari, but the logistics? Ugh.
- The Great Debate: Spend a ton of money on a "luxury" safari? Or go budget-friendly and risk… well, I don't even want to contemplate the risks.
- The Emotional Rollercoaster: Images of majestic lions and gracefully, powerful elephants are dancing in my head. Okay, I might cry, but I don't want to see them in a zoo. I'm going in a Jeep, and not an air-conditioned van.
- The Anxiety Monster: Am I actually going to see anything? Will the animals even care I'm there? Am I going to be eaten by a rogue zebra?
- The Decision (Maybe): Research tour options until my brain practically explodes. Read reviews, cross my fingers, and hope for the best. If I don't book a safari, what even am I doing here? That's the real question. I'm pretty sure I'll book something.
- Evening (Potentially Miserable): Depending on safari booking status, I'll go for a relaxing walk. Or, if there is nothing to be happy about, I'll be wallowing in self-pity because I'm terrible at making decisions. I don't know, I love being outside, and yet, I also love being in my bed. I guess I'll decide once I'm there. This sounds really boring, I am sorry. Oh, and let's hope the blissful apartment has good wifi.
Day 3: The Safari! (Or, My Attempt to Become One with Nature)
- Morning (Before the Sun): Wake up before the sun. Because that's what adventurous people do (apparently). Grab coffee and food to go. Seriously? I'm going to get motion sickness. And I'll try not to embarrass myself by screeching like a banshee at the first wildebeest I see.
- Day (Safari Time): The Safari! (Or, My Attempt to Become One with Nature)
- The Thrill & Terror: The feeling of getting closer to the animals. (I hope I don't get eaten by one). Trying not to scream every time a giraffe stares at me. Watching the giraffe eat a tree is amazing. Tears of joy. Tears of fear.
- The Perfect Photo Hunt: The quest for the perfect photo. I'm going to take like a thousand pictures. One thing I hate is my iPhone storage. I'm running out, I know it.
- The Existential Crisis: The moment of realization that I'm so small next to all these animals.
- Evening: The aftermath. Exhausted, sunburnt, and completely in awe. Debrief session. Download photos. Pick out the perfect shots. I'll buy a souvenir. I'm going to regret it later.
- Night: Drink a beer. I'll laugh. I'll cry. I'll probably look at my photos twenty times.
Day 4: Nairobi City Exploration (and Maybe a Panic Attack)
- Morning (Relaxed?): I'm going to try to relax, maybe explore a local market. I'll be wearing my best negotiating face. I'm going to get ripped off, I know. I'm going to love the things, and then hate them, and then maybe love them again. I always do this.
- Afternoon (Cultural Immersion?): Visit a museum or art gallery. Try to act like a sophisticated traveler. Then, try to learn some Swahili phrases. Fail miserably.
- Evening (Self-Indulgence): I'll be eating the best meal ever and making myself a cup of tea. Write in my journal. Realize how much I don't know about the world. Feel overwhelmed. Decide I need more tea.
- Night: Sleep.
Day 5: Departure (and the Aftermath)
- Morning (Bittersweet): Last breakfast at the "Blissful Studio Apartment." Pack. Check out. Say goodbye to Kenya.
- Afternoon (Travel to the airport): I hope I made good memories. I'll start planning my next trip.
- Evening (Homeward Bound): Fly home. Overwhelmed with emotions. I miss Kenya already!
Important Disclaimer: This itinerary is subject to change based on my mood, the weather, animal sightings, and the availability of chai. Expect spontaneity, moments of utter brilliance, and probably a few meltdowns. But hey, that's life (and travel), right?
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Q: What in the world *is* this thing you're talking about? Seriously, I'm lost already.
Alright, alright, let's rewind. Imagine... well, imagine you're trying to assemble a flatpack bookshelf. You've got all the little wood pieces, the tiny screws, the cryptic instructions – and then the cat jumps on the whole thing. This "thing" is like that, but less… feline-related (usually). It's a colossal jumble of... let's just call them *life events* that culminated in… well, a bit of chaos. Honestly, it started with a seemingly innocuous email. Yeah, that's right – an email. I should have known that was the gateway to the abyss.
Q: Okay, so the email... elaboratttt-ing?
Oh, that email. It was about, uh... (Takes a deep breath). It was about a potential *opportunity*. Sounds so fancy, right? "Opportunity." Like, you're about to be knighted or something. But this? This was more like being gently nudged into a vat of lukewarm spaghetti. The opportunity involved... let's call it 'project X.' The details? Hazy at best. I remember thinking, "Hmm, that *could* be interesting" and then clicking "reply." *Big mistake*. I mean, I've always been a sucker for a good plot twist. This plot twist, however, felt more like a faceplant into a plate of cold lasagna.
Q: Did you *want* the opportunity? Deep down? (Be honest!)
Oh, the million-dollar question, isn't it? Honestly? Part of me, the ambitious, shiny-penny part, was all, "YES! This is my chance! Stardom, here I come!" That part is usually a liar, by the way. It's always promising things it can't possibly deliver. The other, more sensible part, the one that usually hides in the corner, was screaming, "NO! Don't you see the red flags? Run for the hills!" But, you know, the shiny-penny part is *loud*. It won the day. And the hills? Well, I'm still trying to *find* them.
Q: So, back to the "project X" ...what were the *expectations*? Were they clear?
Ah, expectations. Bless their little cotton socks. Clear? Honey, the expectations were about as clear as mud in a swamp on a moonless night. There were vague pronouncements about "synergy," "growth," and "disrupting the paradigm." Disrupting the paradigm? Sounds exciting, right? Like, you're going to change the world! In reality, it translated to something more along the lines of: "Work your butt off. Don't ask too many questions. And we *might* eventually tell you what we're actually aiming for." Honestly, it felt a bit like being asked to build a house without blueprints or a foundation. And you *know* how much I love building things. (Said no carpenter ever.)
Q: And how long did this go on for? Please tell me it was over quickly?
Quickly? (Laughs bitterly). Oh, you sweet summer child. No. No, it was not quick. It felt like… like being trapped in a particularly tedious elevator that only went to the basement. It stretched on for… too long. Let's just say it was long enough to develop a twitch in my left eye and a deep, abiding love for chocolate. Also, a profound understanding that 'synergy' is often code for 'everyone working a hundred hours without getting paid sufficiently.' There were *days* when I considered faking an illness just to get a break. (I almost did. The eye twitch helped.)
Q: Was there anything *good* about this whole experience? (Come on, there must be *something*.)
Okay, okay. Deep breath. Yes, there was *something*. It was… educational. *Very* educational. I learned a *lot* about my own limits, my tolerance for BS, and the importance of a good supply of coffee. I also learned a valuable lesson about trusting my gut instinct, which, as it turned out, was screaming like a banshee from the moment I clicked "reply" on that stupid email! And, honestly? I developed a wicked sense of humor, if I do say so myself. And it's given me the best story ever! (Okay, maybe not the *best*, but still!)
Q: What's the single most memorable moment? The one that sticks with you?
Oh, man. There's so many to choose from! The time the server *crashed* right before the big presentation? Classic! The meeting where we all had to wear the same stupid branded t-shirt? Chef's kiss! But… if I had to pick *one*? It'd be... (Pauses, takes a moment to think). It'd be the day I realized I was spending more time on project X than I was on my actual life. Like, I hadn't seen sunlight in three weeks, my apartment was starting to resemble a landfill, and the only conversations I had were with my cat, Mittens. Mittens, by the way, offered more insightful advice than my "colleagues." That day, sitting there, surrounded by half-eaten takeout containers and the crushing weight of my own sleep deprivation, was the moment I finally… *got it*. That "opportunity" wasn't leading anywhere good. And I, my friend, was DONE! I finally realized how much I hated it. And at that point, I gave myself a little pep talk. Told myself what a champ I was for hanging in there so long and also allowed myself to feel completely and whole-heartedly frustrated and overwhelmed. It was freeing.
Q: So... what happened after?
Well… that's a whole other can of worms. Let's just say there were some… *conversations*. (And by 'conversations,' I mean a couple of very heated phone calls and several strongly worded emails.) The details are a bit hazy (and probably best left unsaid, for legal reasons, you know?). But the gist is: I *escaped*. I got out! And I'm pretty sure, to this day, I'm still on a few "to be avoided" lists. But hey, at least Mittens approves. Mostly because I have more time to give her chin scratches. And that, my friends, is theStay Finder Blogs
