Altara Suite by Sheraton,2 BR- 5* Da Nang Vietnam

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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving deep into a review of [Insert Hotel Name Here]. Forget the perfectly polished brochure; we're getting real, or at least, my real, thoughts and feelings on this place. I spent a week there, and trust me, there were moments that made me want to throw my laptop out the window (in a good way…mostly). Let's get messy!

The Accessibility Gauntlet: Did They Even Try?

Okay, accessibility, let's be honest, is usually an afterthought. I'm not wheelchair-bound myself, but I pay attention. Let's see if [Hotel Name] delivers:

Wheelchair accessible: This gets a… shrug. The listing says it, but I didn't see a whole lot of ramps, clear signage, or super-wide doors. They might have facilities for disabled guests which is what the description actually mentions, but verification is needed. If you need full accessibility with wheelchair, call and triple-check, because this felt like a box they just checked rather than executed.
Elevator: Yes, thank god. Climbing stairs in a hotel is my personal nightmare.
Facilities for disabled guests: Okay, they HAVE the option. The execution is what I am not sure of.

Rant alert: Where's the real commitment to this? It's 2024! Access is not just a legal requirement; it's a moral one.

Internet: The Digital Lifeline (or Nightmare)

Right, let's talk internet. Because, you know, we’re all addicted.

Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Yay! And it… mostly worked. There were a couple of late-night meltdowns where Netflix buffered for an eternity, but overall, it was decent.
Internet access – wireless: Duh, it's in the room!
Internet access – LAN: Huh, I didn’t even check for this. Good option if the Wi-Fi goes down, I guess.
Wi-Fi in public areas: This one was a little spotty. The pool area? Forget about it. Reception? Okay-ish. The lobby? Usually good, I think. See, mostly good is where I start to get annoyed. We just expect better in this day and age. Why can't I just chill by the pool with my laptop and not become a person screaming at a router?

Internet Services:

Desk: I did have one in my room.
Meeting stationery: I didn't see anything, but I was not looking.
Xerox/Fax in business center: Is there even a business center? I never found one.

Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: My Personal Kryptonite

Okay, this is where things get interesting. I judge a hotel by its food. Period.

Restaurants: Plural! Good start!
Breakfast [buffet]: This was the saving grace. The Asian breakfast was amazing! And the Western breakfast was fine. I gorged myself on the buffet, which included the a la carte option.
Coffee shop: Good coffee. I lived there every morning.
Poolside bar: Yes! I've had my share of bottle of water and happy hour which was needed. It was very busy during peak hours so I didn't even try.
Restaurants: They had 3 restaurants I know of.
Room service [24-hour]: Lifesaver. Especially after a long day exploring.
Snack bar: Standard, but did the job when I was dying of hunger and too lazy to go anywhere.
Vegetarian restaurant: Yes! Good for me and others.

An Anecdote about the Buffet Sausage…

(This is where it gets messy). The staff at the buffet, bless their hearts, were trying. But let’s be honest, hotel breakfasts can be a battlefield. One morning, I went for the sausage. It looked… questionable. I took a bite. My face went into full cringe. "Good god," I muttered. "That's a sausage that's seen things." I mean, how hard is it to make a decent sausage? I didn't even eat it, I was not impressed. Anyway, more fruit and coffee did the trick.

Things to Do (or Not Do, Depending on Your Vibe)

Swimming pool: Yes! The pool in the garden was my favorite thing. It had the pool with a view.
Gym/fitness: Yep, a perfectly adequate gym. Not the fanciest, but good enough to work off all the buffet food.
Spa: Ah, the spa. Now we're talking. They offered all the usual suspects (massage, body scrub, body wrap, sauna, steamroom). But I did not go. I was too busy eating and napping. Okay, I'm just being honest.
Things to do: Honestly the list is not huge in the hotel, but it has a lot of options.

Cleanliness and Safety: Did They Actually Sanitize?

In the post-pandemic era, this is critical.

Anti-viral cleaning products: Check.
Daily disinfection in common areas: Check.
Hand sanitizer: Everywhere.
Hot water linen and laundry washing: Check.
Hygiene certification: I didn't see any obvious proof, but everything felt clean.
Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: This was a struggle during breakfast.
Rooms sanitized between stays: Good.
Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed like it.
Room sanitization opt-out available: Nice touch for those of us who are extra cautious.

An Imperfection in a Sea of Cleanliness:

The bathroom? Spotless. The room? Impeccable. But one morning, as I was leaving, the cleaning lady bumped into me in the hallway. She had a giant, slightly overflowing trash bag. It was the only slightly messy thing I saw.

Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter

Concierge: They helped me with a taxi which I appreciated.
Dry cleaning & Ironing service: Good.
Luggage storage: Useful.
Daily housekeeping: Great.
Air conditioning in public area, Elevator: Check and check.
Cash withdrawal: ATM.
Smoking area: In the garden.
Family/child friendly, Kids facilities: Yep. Saw lots of families having a good time.
Babysitting service: Yep.

For the Kids:

Babysitting service Yes.
Kids facilities Yes.
Kids meal Yes.

The Room Itself: My Temporary Fortress

My room was comfortable. Not over-the-top luxurious, but clean, functional.

Additional toilet, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, 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: All available.

The Good, the Bad, and My Verdict

Okay, here's the bottom line. [Hotel Name] isn't perfect. It has its flaws (the sausage; the sometimes-sketchy Wi-Fi), but it's a solid choice. The location is good, the staff is friendly, and the breakfast is a lifesaver.

Final Grade: B+

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Altara Suite by Sheraton,2 BR- 5* Da Nang Vietnam

Alright, strap in, buttercups, because we're about to plunge headfirst into the delightful chaos that was my recent trip to Danang, Vietnam. Specifically, the Altara Suites by Sheraton. And lemme tell you, getting organized with a 2 BR suite? That’s already half the battle won…

The Messy, Glorious Itinerary (with Detours and Delirium):

Day 1: Arrival & Instant Gratification (and Jet Lag, Oh, the Jet Lag!)

Morning (or what felt like morning, thanks to the transatlantic flight): Arrive at Da Nang International Airport. Smooth customs? Hah! Of course not. Someone needed a specific form filled out in triplicate, and my brain felt like scrambled eggs. Finally got through, grabbed a pre-booked transfer (thank god for booking that!), and… we were in the Altara Suites! First impression? Wow. The lobby smelled of lemongrass and impending relaxation. Check-in was a dream, though I may or may not have accidentally called the concierge "Sweetie Pie." Jet lag, people, it does things to you.
Afternoon: Suite Sweet Suite & Panic Ordering: Explored the suite. Two bedrooms? Two bathrooms? Paradise! The view of the ocean was… stunning. I immediately crashed on the plush couch for a solid hour, then woke up in a cold sweat convinced I'd missed breakfast. (I hadn't. But the fear was real.) Ordered room service. Way too much room service. Spring rolls, pho, fried rice… This was the start of my "I deserve everything" phase.
Evening: Sunset Stroll & Questionable Decisions: Dragged myself out of the suite for a walk on My Khe Beach. Honestly, the sheer bliss of feeling sand between my toes after a long flight was almost overwhelming. Watched the sunset. It was cliché, it was perfect, and I loved every single minute of it. Then came the… decision. Found a bar on the beach, drank cocktails with names I couldn't pronounce, and made some questionable life choices (no details, you just have to trust me). Back at the suite, I found myself wandering around the kitchen at 1:00 am, eating cold noodles straight from the fridge. Classy.

Day 2: Culture Shock & Motorcycle Mayhem (and Banh Mi Bliss!)

Morning: Hoi An Adventure (Sort Of): Okay, so I knew I needed to visit Hoi An, the ancient town. Booked a driver (smart move, considering my cocktail-fueled decision the night before). Hoi An was charming, don't get me wrong, lanterns, tailor shops, all that jazz. But it was also… crowded. And hot. Like, sweat-dripping-down-your-back hot. Found a tiny cafe, drank iced coffee that probably had enough caffeine to power a small city, and just watched the world go by. Bliss. Tried on a tailored dress (didn't buy it, but it felt fabulous).
Afternoon: Motorcycle Mayhem This is an anecdote to double down on: I'd been so inspired by the motorbikes in the streets that I decided I needed to be on one. "How hard can it be?" I foolishly thought. I found a rental place, negotiated a price that probably wasn't great (again, jet lag and lack of sleep), and took to the streets. Let's just say I didn't quite master the art of Vietnamese traffic control. I nearly took out a street vendor selling fruit (who, bless his heart, simply chuckled and waved). I stuck to the quieter roads after that. The adrenaline rush was intense, but also, for a second I actually enjoyed being reckless. I ended up giving the bike back, a week earlier than I planned, but I wasn't dead!
Evening: Banh Mi Bonanza & Regrets? No Regrets!: Found the banh mi place. The one everyone raves about. It was on the other side of town. It took me another 30 minutes. It was in a crumbling shack that looked like it was about to fall down. But the pork? The bread? The crispy veggies? Perfection. Ate two. Maybe three. Might have inhaled the last one. That night, I may or may not have eaten a whole bag of chips. No regrets. None.

Day 3: Temple Time & Spa Escape (and the Importance of Sunscreen)

Morning: Marble Mountain Majesty: Hired a taxi to Marble Mountain, a cluster of marble mountains with caves, temples, and stunning views. Climbing the stairs was a workout. And oh lord, the heat! But the temples? Magnificent. The craftsmanship? Incredible. The panoramic views? Worth every single breathless step. Did I mention the heat?
Afternoon: Spa Day to the Rescue: Back at the Altara, I'd booked a massage at the spa. The spa was an oasis of calm. The massage therapist worked wonders on my aching muscles. I think I nearly fell asleep during the head massage. Almost a full-body reset.
Evening: Rooftop Drinks & Cultural Confusion: Explored the rooftop bar. Drinks were pricey, but the view…again, amazing. Tried to order a local beer, got looked at like I spoke a different language. Wound up with a beautifully-presented cocktail, which was fine and tasted great; but it wasn't Vietnamese beer. I should have done more research.

Day 4: Lazy Day, Poolside Dreams & Departure Prep (aka the "Oh Crap, I Have to Leave?!" Phase)

Morning: Sleep In & Poolside Bliss: Finally slept in! Took a leisurely swim in the hotel pool. Read a book. Applied sunscreen. Seriously, apply sunscreen, people. Wasted the morning drinking coffee on the balcony, listening to the ocean.
Afternoon: Last-Minute Souvenir Scramble & Sweet Sorrow: Rushed to the local market to buy souvenirs. Found some cool stuff, haggled like a pro (I think), and somehow still managed to spend way more than I'd planned. Back at the suite, started the dreaded packing. A bittersweet moment.
Evening: Farewell Feast & Emotional Breakdown (Maybe): One last delicious meal at one of the hotel's restaurants. Tried to savor every bite. Went for a final walk on the beach. Watched the sunset. Realized I didn't want to leave. Okay, maybe there were a few tears. Jet lag is no excuse. Goodbye, Danang. But more accurately, see you later.

Day 5: Departure

Morning: Check-out: sad. Transfer to the airport. Goodbye, lemongrass! Goodbye, warm sunshine! Goodbye, amazing 2 BR suite! Goodbye, world!
Afternoon: (or What Felt Like Afternoon): Back in reality and already planning my return.

Observations & Quirks:

The Altara Suites were fantastic. The suite was incredible, with everything you could need. The location was perfect, right on the beach.
Vietnamese coffee is a religious experience. Seriously, try it.
Learn a few basic Vietnamese phrases. It makes a difference.
Traffic is insane. But also, fascinating.
Don't be afraid to get lost. It's part of the adventure!
I now have a permanent tan line from my swimsuits.
I miss the banh mi. Desperately.
I am already planning my return.

Final Verdict:

Da Nang (and Altara Suites) completely exceeded my expectations. It was messy, it was imperfect, and it was perfect. I left with sand in my shoes, a few extra pounds, and a heart full of memories. And that, my friends, is a travel experience worth its weight in pho.

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Altara Suite by Sheraton,2 BR- 5* Da Nang VietnamOkay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the glorious mess that is me... and you're gonna get it raw. No sugarcoating, no neat little paragraphs – just the unfiltered thoughts of a slightly caffeinated, perpetually-procrastinating individual grappling with the world and its myriad absurdities. And we're doing this in the form of FAQs, because, well, who doesn't love a good question and answer session?

So, Who Are You Exactly? (Besides a Disaster, That Is)

Ugh, the existential question! It's a doozy, right? Okay, fine. Professionally speaking, let's just say I'm... a "person of many interests." My current obsession? Trying to actually finish one of those interests *before* moving onto the next shiny thing. Like, I started learning the ukulele three months ago. You know what I've played? "Hot Cross Buns." Twice. So, yeah. That gives you a pretty good picture. I'm a walking, talking, often-stumbling testament to the human condition. Expect a whole lot of "umms," "aahs," and the occasional internal scream.

Oh, and I *love* coffee. Like, bordering-on-dependent love. Just a warning.

What's the Deal with the Rambling? Is This Some Kind of Trick?

Trick? Nah. It's just... me. I'm basically a verbal, slightly-disorganized-in-the-brain, stream-of-consciousness machine. My brain is like a hyperactive puppy chasing a laser pointer. One minute we're talking about this, the next we're pondering the meaning of life while thinking about what's for dinner. It's a gift and a curse, truly.

And honestly? I'm still figuring it all out. Trying to get words down is my attempt at wrangling the chaos, and I'm not gonna lie, it makes me feel slightly less alone in the world. So, if the occasional tangent throws you, I apologize. But I also kind of won't. Embrace the chaos!

Are You... Always This Dramatic?

*Sigh* Look, I'm not *trying* to be dramatic, okay? Things just tend to... escalate. It's a curse, really. A misplaced comma can send me spiraling into an existential crisis. A dropped ice cream cone becomes the tragedy of the century.

Like, the other day, I was trying to bake a cake. Simple, right? Wrong. I misread the recipe, added way too much salt, and ended up with something that tasted like a salty hockey puck. My reaction? "The End of Baking as We Know It!" Followed by a dramatic collapse onto the floor. My cat, Mittens, just stared at me, unimpressed. So yeah. Dramatic is maybe an understatement. I'm working on it... slowly.

Okay Okay, So What's the Worst Thing That's Ever Happened to You? Spill.

Ugh, alright, you asked for it. There was this one time... *deep sigh* ... I tried to give myself a haircut. I'd seen a tutorial online. Seemed easy. I thought I was a genius. Let me tell you, I WASN’T. I’m talking, choppy, uneven bangs that made me look like a deranged poodle. It was truly awful. I actually cried. Properly, ugly-cried, sobbing into the mirror, thinking my life was ruined.

It got worse. I then had to go grocery shopping, because, you know, gotta live. I swear, every single person in the supermarket kept staring at my terrible, horrible haircut. I felt like I was starring in my own personal, highly embarrassing, slow-motion tragedy film that no one wanted to watch. I still shudder sometimes. I ended up hiding under a huge, oversized hat for, like, a week. Now, I just accept that stylists exist for a reason. And maybe, just maybe, I'm not cut out for all things DIY beauty.

What's Something You're Passionate About (Besides Coffee)?

Okay, besides caffeine, which is basically my lifeblood? Hmm... good question. I'm a huge fan of storytelling, both reading and writing, although writing is, well, see above. I like books. I *love* a good novel. The kind that sucks you in and doesn't let go until the last page. I adore movies with great soundtracks.

And I'm super-passionate about honesty and being authentic–which, hopefully, is coming across here. I find it exhausting pretending. It's easier to just be me (warts and all). I like people who are genuine and real. It's more fun to build real connection with others when you show your true self.

Any Regrets? (Besides the Haircut, Obviously.)

Oh, boy, do I have regrets. Loads of them. Not taking the leap of faith more often. Not speaking up when I should have. Letting fear hold me back from things. But you know what? Regrets are learning opportunities. They're fuel for the fire. They remind me that I'm alive and that I've lived.

So, yeah, I have them! But I'm trying to focus on the "lessons learned" aspect of it all. The bad haircut, while traumatizing, taught me the importance of professional stylists. And, maybe, just maybe, it taught me a thing or two about not being so hard on myself. Baby steps, right?

What's Your Biggest Fear? Besides the Haircut Haunting Me in My Sleep.

Okay, deep breaths. Definitely, I'd say, running out of time to do all the things I want to do. Feeling like I'm standing still while the world speeds by. It's a terrifying thought. A lot of things get me down, and then you add that to your list of fears.

The flipside is, I see the amount of time I have left to do. You get a reminder of those things as you start to look at life that way. I'm like a dog with a bone with a lot of things. I want to make an impact. Maybe that's the big fear: leaving no mark. But hey, I'm here! Doing this thing! And, even in the face of impending doom, I'm still making a valiant effort not to completely screw it all up. Is it working? Ask me again tomorrow.

What Are You Hoping to Achieve, Basically?

Okay, here's the grand goal, if I can keep it real, and get through it. Happiness. Peace. A life filled with joy, and not necessarily in that order – whatever takes you there first.

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Altara Suite by Sheraton,2 BR- 5* Da Nang Vietnam

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