Escape to Paradise: Ohana Resort Rayong Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this is gonna be a review, a real review, about a place that, well, let's just say it tried. And I'm going to tell you everything, the good, the bad, and the hilariously questionable. Forget the perfect, squeaky-clean corporate spiel. This is gonna be me, and my experience, spilling onto the page.
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The Accessibility Angle: Rolling In, Rolling Out (Mostly)
Alright, let's kick things off with accessibility because, you know, representation matters and frankly, sometimes it's just a royal pain in the… well, you get the picture.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Now, they said it was. And, in fairness, there were ramps. Mostly. Navigating the lobby was okay, but I distinctly remember a moment of frantic arm-waving at reception because the automatic door sensors seemed to be on a permanent coffee break. The elevators? Blessedly spacious. But that plunge pool… well it wasn't happening.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: They tried. The rooms I peeked at had grab bars (thank goodness!), and wider doorways. But the sheer lack of a dedicated accessible route to the actual swimming pool was a major facepalm moment. My friend, in a wheelchair, felt like a pariah on the sun loungers.
- Elevator: YES. Crucial. Life-saver. Thank you, whoever designed that thing.
On-Site Restaurants/Lounges: Food, Booze, and… Ambiguity?
Okay, let's talk chow. Because a hotel's just a posh prison if you're starving.
- Restaurants, Restaurants, Restaurants!: They had them. Multiple. A la carte, buffet, international cuisine - you name it, they promised it. The Asian restaurant was a solid 7/10. The burger joint? Forgettable. Then there was the "fine dining" experience… shudders. Let's just say the "foam" on my soup tasted suspiciously like dish soap and leave it at that.
- Poolside Bar: Essential. And this one had a decent cocktail selection. I spent a shameful amount of time here, nursing a Mai Tai, watching the world go by. No complaints.
- Room Service [24-hour]: God bless the 24-hour room service! Especially after that foam-fest. Saved me from another existential crisis.
The Internet & Wi-Fi Saga: A Modern-Day Odyssey
Oh, the internet. My digital lifeline.
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: Hooray! And it mostly worked. Except when it didn't. Which was, sadly, more often than I'd like. Streaming my shows was a battle of wills. Checking emails? Forget about it during peak hours.
- Internet [LAN]: Didn't test this out. I'm a Wi-Fi warrior, through and through.
- Internet Services: Didn't notice anything particularly special, unless you count repeatedly yelling, "Why won’t you connect!" at my laptop considered a "service."
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Trying to Find My Zen
- Spa/Sauna/Steamroom: Okay, this is where they started to redeem themselves. The spa was beautiful. Seriously. The sauna was hot enough to melt your face off (in a good way), and the steam room was… well, steamy. I spent a good chunk of my time in a bathrobe and slippers, trying to find my inner peace. Did I find it? Maybe. Did I at least temporarily forget about the wobbly Wi-Fi? Absolutely.
- Pool with View: Oh, the pool! It LOOKED amazing from a distance. But the accessibility issues. Remember? Still annoyed about that.
- Fitness Center: The gym? It existed. Filled with gleaming machines and, predictably, sweaty gym bunnies. I'm more of a "stroll around the buffet" kind of exerciser, myself.
Cleanliness & Safety: The COVID-19 Tango
This is the new normal. And let's see how they handled it.
- Anti-viral cleaning products? Seemed like it.
- Daily disinfection in common areas? Probably. Couldn't see the process of it, but the surfaces looked clean.
- Room sanitization opt-out available? Not sure.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: It varied. Some areas were better than others.
- **Staff trained in safety protocol: **Definitely. I watched a waiter politely scold a guest for not wearing a mask, which was both hilarious and reassuring.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Yes! I didn't die, so that’s a good sign.
- Room sanitization between stays, Hand sanitizer, Mask: Yep!
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: Feeding the Beast
- Breakfast [buffet]: Ah, the buffet. The cornerstone of any good hotel experience. This one was… extensive. Everything from sad-looking sausages to exotic fruits. I went straight for the pastries. No regrets. Except maybe for the extra kilo I gained.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: The coffee was… adequate. The coffee shop was a lifesaver.
- Happy hour: Drinks were half price!
- Poolside bar: (See above).
- Snack bar: Available next to the pool.
Services & Conveniences: The Little Things (That Sometimes Go Wrong)
- Air conditioning in public area: Crucial, especially in the heat!
- Concierge: He/she was kind and helpful, but couldn't magically fix the Wi-Fi.
- Cash withdrawal, Currency exchange: Convenient, but the fees were a bit brutal.
- Daily housekeeping: My room was sparkling after the maid service.
- Elevator: (See above).
- Facilities for disabled guests: (See above).
- Food delivery This was a great option.
- Dry cleaning: They did the laundry and delivered it on time and clean.
- Luggage storage: Perfectly safe storage.
- Family/child friendly: A lot of kids running around. They must be happy with their stay.
- Safe deposit boxes: They had them.
- Getting around Excellent taxi service.
Available in All Rooms: The Little Niceties
- **Air conditioning: ** Thank the gods!
- Bathtub: Yes! Big, inviting.
- Blackout curtains: Perfect for sleeping off a hangover.
- Coffee/tea maker: Essential.
- Free bottled water: Always welcome.
- Hair dryer: Didn't use.
- In-room safe box: Useful for my passport and valuables.
- Internet access – wireless: (See above).
- Mini bar: Stocked, expensive, and tempting.
- Non-smoking: Yes!
- Private bathroom: Crucial.
- Satellite/cable channels: Great for chilling out.
- Seating area: Nice.
- Shower: Standard.
- Wake-up service: Worked.
For the Kids
- Babysitting service.
- Kids facilities.
My Overall Impression:
Look, this place had its flaws. Lots of them. But did I enjoy myself? (After a while, yes. Let's be honest, I had some great times.)
And yes, the Wi-Fi situation was a constant source of annoyance. The accessibility issues were disappointing. But the staff were genuinely trying, the spa was divine, and the poolside bar made everything better.
Would I go back? Maybe. But next time, I'm bringing my own router, my own ramp, and a whole stash of bubble bath. And I'm definitely skipping the foam.
Escape to Bliss: Luxurious Fern Cottage Awaits in Johnston!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're not just going to Rayong's Ohana Resort, we're living it. And I'm documenting it all, warts and all. Prepare for a rollercoaster.
Rayong Ramble: My Ohana Resort Adventure (Prepare for Chaos)
Day 1: Arrival and Anticipation (and Immediate Disappointment)
Morning (Like, REALLY early): Woke up at O'dark thirty. My internal clock, bless its cotton socks, decided this was the perfect time to stage a full-blown anxiety attack. Travel day jitters, you know? Packed the last-minute essentials – multiple charging cables (because, tech dependence), emergency chocolate (a pre-emptive strike against existential dread), and a novel I swear I'm going to read this time. Oh, and my passport. Forgot my passport once. Don't be me.
Afternoon (Bangkok to Rayong, Baby!): A flight to U-Tapao (UTP) felt surprisingly smooth. Maybe the sheer relief of finally leaving home had something to do with it. The transfer to Ohana Resort? Less smooth. Our pre-booked taxi? MIA. Cue frantic phone calls and a slightly panicked negotiation with a local taxi driver who looked like he'd seen things. (Things involving traffic, probably.) Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we're bouncing along in a rather dubious-looking vehicle, the air thick with the scent of exhaust and adventure.
Late Afternoon: Check-in Catastrophe (and Redemption?): Arrival. Ohana Resort looks… lovely. Pictures don't quite capture how bright and inviting the lobby is. Then! The dreaded check-in process. It wasn't the friendliest of welcomed, sadly. They couldn't found my booking, and then they eventually agreed with my printed document. The room? Alright, not the ocean view I requested. A slight tremor of disappointment? Absolutely. But you know what? After a brisk shower and a few minutes I'm feeling better and this is where the resort really shines. The sheer, unadulterated quiet is a balm. The air smells of salt and something gloriously floral. I'm staring at the pool from my balcony and it's pure, unadulterated bliss. This might actually be the vacation I desperately needed.
Evening: Poolside Bliss and Questionable Curry: Got into my swimsuit. Head out for the pool. Absolutely perfect. The cocktails at the swim-up bar are strong and icy. I'm basically a mermaid now. Dinner at the resort restaurant… the curries are a mixed bag. My friend ordered the "spicy" one, which, apparently, was labeled "nuclear." Bless her soul, it destroyed her. Mine? Meh. But the sunset over the beach more than made up for it. Absolutely breathtaking. I'm a sucker for a sunset, and this one… wow. I might cry. (Happens often on vacation.)
Day 2: Beach Day (and a Deep Dive into Bliss)
Morning: Beach Yoga (Attempted): Okay, so, yoga. I signed up for a beach yoga class thinking, "Zen. Serenity. Inhale, exhale." What I actually got: A LOT of sweating, the constant threat of sand in unspeakable places, and a near-death experience trying to get into a downward-facing dog on uneven sand. Still, the ocean view was worth the struggle.
Midday: Beach Hopping! The beach wasn't just any beach; it was pristine. The sand was white, the water turquoise, and my soul got a little massage. We spent the whole afternoon swimming, sunning, and building sandcastles (don't judge). We ordered fresh seafood right on the beach. Life just doesn't get better than that.
Afternoon: Massage Madness (My Body's BFF): I'm not sure what I was expecting, but the Thai massage here was a revelation. My muscles were screaming for mercy, and the therapist answered with the perfect amount of pressure, stretching, and mystical murmurs. It was so good that I booked another one the next day.
Evening: Dinner and… Regrets?: We decided to venture out to a local restaurant. It was a dive, and it was absolute perfection. The Pad Thai was probably the best I've ever had, and the atmosphere was buzzing with energy. But… I may have indulged a little too much in the local beer. Let's just say I went back to the resort after the restaurant, singing karaoke at the top of my lungs, and woke up with a killer headache.
Day 3: Island Escape and Culinary Chaos
Morning: Island Time (and a Boat Ride from Hell): We decided to take a day trip to the nearby Koh Samet. The boat ride? Well, let's just say I have a newfound respect for people who can handle choppy waters. I definitely needed a bucket. But the island itself? Absolutely stunning. We snorkeled, and I almost got eaten by a fish. I swear it was staring right at me.
Midday: Food, Glorious (and Questionable) Food: We had lunch in Koh Samet. The food was amazing. Spicy seafood curries and fresh fruit juices made me forget about my morning almost-drowning.
Afternoon: Beach Bum Life: We spent the afternoon soaking up the sun and swimming in the clear water.
Evening: Culinary Catastrophe: Back at the resort, we attempted a cooking class. We thought we were culinary geniuses. We were wrong. We made some kind of green curry with a flavor profile that was vaguely reminiscent of something… not quite food. It was pretty entertaining.
Day 4: Goodbye (and a Tiny Tear)
Morning: Last Swim and Breakfast Indulgence: One last swim in that gorgeous pool, one last breakfast with an ocean view. I'm not ready to leave! I ate basically everything. Pancakes, fresh fruit, local delicacies – literally everything.
Afternoon: Farewell Massage and Packing Grief: One final massage, and then… the dreaded packing. How is it possible to accumulate so much stuff in such a short time? The anxiety of leaving is rising.
Evening: Departure and (Temporary) Melancholy: Taxi to the airport. Goodbye, Rayong. Goodbye, oh-so-perfect beach. Goodbye, delicious (and sometimes questionable) food. Goodbye, sense of peace. I'll be back. I know it. (And I'll bring less luggage next time, I promise.)
Final Thoughts (A Mess, But Mine)
Ohana Resort? Definitely recommended. Despite the initial hiccups, the place grew on me. It's not perfect – the food can be hit or miss, and service can sometimes be a little slow. But it's full of heart. The staff is lovely, the location is beautiful. It was exactly what I needed. I am already planning my return.
Escape to Paradise: Sa Plana Petit Hotel, Majorca's Hidden Gem
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