Uncover Tangier's Hidden Gem: Dixil Garden Tanger Malabata - A Moroccan Paradise!
Okay, buckle up, buttercup. We're dive-bombing headfirst into a review of a hotel, and frankly, it's gonna be a little messy, a little real, and hopefully, a whole lotta useful for you. We're talking about a hotel, a real building! No promises on order, just unfiltered thoughts. And maybe a rant or two.
(Deep breath. Let's go.)
So, this place… I’ve got to say, from the top, the Accessibility seemed… mostly there. They claim to have things like Wheelchair accessible areas, which is great – but you know what? I didn't actually test it myself, so trust but verify, yeah? Always call ahead and confirm if it's critical. They also ticked the box on Facilities for disabled guests, and that’s good. But let’s be honest, sometimes that just means a slightly wider door frame. Real accessibility is about more than that, so keep those expectations in check.
Now, about that Internet. Oh, the internet. They trumpet Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, and Internet access - wireless, and Internet access - LAN. Fantastic! Except… and here’s the thing: sometimes the “free” part means “slow as molasses in January.” I can't stress enough the importance of testing that Wi-Fi immediately upon arrival. I hate having to work only to find the connection is a joke. And the Internet services probably mean printing your boarding pass for a hefty upcharge. Grrr… Make sure to check your speed!
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges? Didn’t see any glaring issues there. I mean, I ate there. But more on that later.
Things to do and Ways to Relax: Okay, here’s where it gets juicy. They've got the works. Fitness center, Gym/fitness (same thing, right?), Pool with a view, Sauna, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]… the whole shebang. I'm not a spa person, but my wife is, and she loved the Body scrub and Body wrap. She came back glowing, which is always a good sign. Also, the Foot bath was a win. The Massage got a thumbs up too. Now, for me, it was all about the pool. That pool with view? Spectacular. I spent a solid afternoon doing absolutely nothing but floating and staring. Pure bliss. The Sauna, I braved that. Not my usual thing, but hey, I tried. The Steamroom was alright, I guess..
Cleanliness and Safety, oh boy… This is important. They have Anti-viral cleaning products, I assume, because it listed it. They talked about Daily disinfection in common areas,, which is great. Hand sanitizer was everywhere, which I appreciated. They also mentioned Rooms sanitized between stays, which is a non-negotiable these days. The Anti-viral cleaning products and Professional-grade sanitizing services are essential. And again – Rooms sanitized between stays. They also included Hygiene certification which is fantastic. Let’s be honest, you want to feel safe, and they seem to get that.
They also boasted Safe dining setup and Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. I saw evidence of it. They had Physical distancing of at least 1 meter. Daily disinfection in common areas. And Hand sanitizer. Like, everywhere.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Alright, let's talk food. This is where things get… varied. They have a bunch of restaurants, Restaurants, and things like a Bar, a Snack bar, a Poolside bar… The Breakfast [buffet] was your standard hotel buffet, which is to say, it was… fine. Lots of options. I did find a corner with Vegetarian options, which was a plus. They also offered Asian breakfast and Western breakfast. I got myself some waffles. No regrets. They had Coffee/tea in restaurant and Coffee shop, which is a must in the morning. The A la carte in restaurant was decent. They also had Room service [24-hour], which I abused more than I care to admit. The Bottle of water in the room was a nice touch. They had Desserts in restaurant, which, yeah, I tried a few. You know. For research.
Services and Conveniences: The practical stuff
They had everything you'd expect: Air conditioning in public area, Concierge, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Facilities for disabled guests, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, On-site event hosting. The works. There was a handy Convenience store to grab some snacks and essentials. The Cash withdrawal was useful for the little cash I use.
For the Kids: I saw lots of families. They have Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, and Kids facilities. I’m not a parent myself, but the kids seemed happy enough, and that’s usually a good sign.
Available in All Rooms - In the rooms themselves:
Okay, the rooms. This is where it gets personal, right? Mine, I felt like it was a good size. They had Air conditioning, thankfully. Alarm clock? Check. Bathrobes? Yes. Blackout curtains? Thank the hotel gods, because I need my sleep. Coffee/tea maker? Essential. Desk? Needed to work. Free bottled water? Always appreciated. Hair dryer? Check. In-room safe box? Always a good idea. The Internet access – wireless worked great, as did Internet access – LAN. Ironing facilities? Yes. Mini bar? Tempting, but I showed restraint. Non-smoking, which is the only way to travel. Private bathroom, Shower, Toiletries. A Smoke detector. Window that opens? It did, and I took advantage.
Getting Around
They offer Airport transfer, which, depending on the price, can be a lifesaver.
The Imperfect Bits:
- The Elevator: A little slow during peak times, but I survived.
- The Wi-Fi: (I am going to scream) It actually sputtered a bit in the afternoons.
- The Noise: The walls might be a little thin. I did, however, have the most wonderful noise.
The Emotional Takeaway
Look, it’s not a perfect hotel. But it was pretty darn good, and I would stay here again. It was comfortable. It was easy. It had the right things to make it a good stay. And that pool? That pool alone might be worth the price of admission.
The Pitch (My attempt at a compelling offer):
Okay, are you looking for a getaway that balances relaxation with just enough convenience? A place where you can actually unwind by the pool, knowing that after a long day of meetings you can have a massage? Well, I suggest that [Hotel Name], you've found your place. With comfortable rooms, a beautiful pool, and a ton of extras, it’s the perfect place to recharge. Click here to book and treat yourself to a stay where your comfort and safety are top priorities.
Unbelievable Ocean Views: Your Dream Blu X Bangsaen Grand Suite Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercup! We're heading to Dixil Garden in Tanger Malabata, Morocco. Forget perfect travel blogs, you’re getting the unvarnished truth. Here’s the train wreck, I mean, the itinerary… for a potential trip. Let’s see if I actually stick to it. (Spoiler alert: probably not.)
Dixil Garden Debacle - A Tangier Tango (Possible Itinerary, with a Side of Chaos):
Day 1: Arrival & Tanger Tango
- Morning (or whenever the heck the flight actually lands): Arrive at Tangier Ibn Battouta Airport. Expect the usual chaos. The airport is a beautiful chaos of hustlers and stressed-out tourists. Breathe. Smile. Pretend you understand Arabic (I sure as hell don't… yet!). Grab a taxi. Bargaining is practically a national sport, so sharpen your negotiating skills (or just give up and pay a bit more. Sometimes, you’re tired.) Aim for the Malabata area. I have no idea how long it will take. Did I even check the traffic that day? I don't think so.
- Afternoon: Check into a riad or hotel. Maybe something close to the sea. I've heard the views are spectacular, and a little sea breeze after a long flight sounds divine. Or, and this is a real possibility, I'll be so exhausted from the journey that I'll just collapse on the nearest bed and wake up at dinner time. This is a strong contender.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Okay, okay, I promise I'll try to be a tourist. Walk along the Malabata Corniche. Soak in the sea views. Snap some photos that will inevitably be blurry because I’ll be too busy gawking. Find a cafe – I hope it has mint tea. I have spent the last 2 years thinking about mint tea. I need mint tea. If I can't find a decent mint tea, I might throw a tantrum. Then, a potentially disastrous attempt to locate Dixil Garden… It's beautiful I've heard, but getting there? Who knows. The directions will probably be a mess. I'm already imagining myself getting hopelessly lost, asking frantic questions in broken French, and eventually just giving up and eating a tagine on a random street corner. That also sounds pretty good actually…
- Dinner: Authentic Moroccan food. Preferably a tagine. If the mint tea situation hasn't improved, I'll need something to fill the void. I am not prepared for how much I want tagine rn. Maybe I'll find a restaurant with live music. Or, more likely, I'll end up eating leftovers in my hotel room while watching whatever terrible TV shows are available.
Day 2: Dixil Dilemmas & Coastal Capers
- Morning: THE DIXIL GARDEN. This is the focus of the entire trip, right? Right. Okay, so, attempt to actually find the gardens. This might involve asking for help from locals. This will be my first real test of my non-existent Arabic. Wish me luck. Expect photos of lush landscaping, maybe a little bit of me weeping with joy at the beauty. Or, more realistically, me stumbling around, muttering about how "maps are overrated" and ending up in a dead end. The joys of solo travel!
- Late morning/Afternoon: OKAY, I'm in the garden. I hope it's as magical as the pictures. I'm going to find a quiet spot and just… absorb. Honestly? Sit here and breathe. I probably need a break. After all, there's the risk I'll spend the whole time looking at my phone taking pictures. I should really try to be present. If it turns out to be less amazing than expected, I will be deeply, deeply disappointed. So, let's hope it meets the hype.
- Late Afternoon: More coastal exploration. Walk along the beach. Maybe try to find a hidden cove. I will probably get sand everywhere. I don't care. I shall embrace my inner beach bum. Sunscreen, people! Don't let me forget the sunscreen.
- Evening: Dinner somewhere with seaside views. Seafood, maybe? Or, if I'm feeling particularly adventurous, I'll eat street food. I’m a total sucker for street food. Fingers crossed I don't get food poisoning. If I do, consider this my post-mortem report!
Day 3: Culture Shock & Souk Shenanigans
- Morning: Explore the Medina (Old Town). Get lost. It's inevitable. Embrace it. Get lost in the souks (markets). Bargain (badly). Buy something that I'll probably never use. Resist the urge to bring home ALL THE things.
- Afternoon: Visit the Kasbah (fortified citadel). Historical sites give me the jitters sometimes. It can be a little much but I'll force myself because, you know, "culture." Hopefully the views from up there are amazing and everything will be worth and I can just forget about the jitters.
- Late Afternoon: Relax. Probably. Or, get caught up in more shopping. Or, maybe just sit in a cafe and watch the world go by. The chaos of the Medina can be overwhelming. I might need a break.
- Evening: Farewell dinner. Celebrate the trip! Or, wallow in the sadness that it's almost over. Depends on my mood. Hopefully, I managed to avoid too many disasters, which is always a win in my book.
Day 4: Departure (and the inevitable post-trip blues)
- Morning: Panic packing. Realize I bought way too much stuff. Scramble to fit everything into my suitcase.
- Late Morning: Last-minute souvenir shopping.
- Afternoon: Head to the airport. Reflect on the trip. Vow to learn Arabic. (Spoiler alert: I won't.)
- Flight: Attempt to sleep on the plane. Fail. Remember I forgot something crucial. Spend the entire flight regretting all the things I didn't do. Already planning my next trip. Probably back to Morocco. Possibly to Dixil Garden again. Maybe I'll actually make it there this time…
Overall Mood: A mix of excitement, anxiety, and the constant looming threat of getting lost and looking like a total fool. Probability of This Actually Happening: 50/50. Depends on how much mint tea I can get my hands on. And whether the universe is feeling kind.
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Okay, so, what *is* this whole FAQ thing about, anyway? Like, really?
Ugh, good question. Honestly? I'm supposed to be "answering frequently asked questions," which sounds fantastically boring. But I'm NOT doing boring. I’m more... rambling, anecdotal, possibly filled with irrelevant childhood memories that I'm *sure* are pertinent. So, in a nutshell? It’s me, talking about stuff, probably going on tangents, and *hopefully* making you laugh. Or at least think, "Wow, this person needs more coffee." (I *probably* do.)
But... what kind of stuff? What are we *actually* discussing?
That's where things get... fuzzy. It depends. It could be about anything! My cat's existential dread (yes, *that* cat), my disastrous attempts at cooking (burnt toast is my trademark), or maybe even a deep dive into the meaning of life (probably after a particularly strong cuppa). Look, I'm not a *planner*. I like to wander. Don't expect a clear path. It's more of a... bumpy, scenic route. Think of it as a choose-your-own-adventure, but instead of choosing, you're *forced* to follow along. And you *will* like it.
Are you... an expert? Should I take your advice seriously?
Expert? *Eyeroll*. No. Absolutely not. I'm the furthest thing from an expert imaginable. I'm more of a... enthusiastic amateur who's been known to occasionally stumble into moments of accidental wisdom. Basically, take everything I say with a giant grain of salt, a healthy dose of skepticism, and a side of amusement. My advice has gotten *me* into more trouble than it's gotten me out of. But hey, at least it's entertaining, right? Right?
What if I disagree with you? (Because, let's be honest, I probably will.)
Oh, please, disagree! Argue! Throw virtual tomatoes! I thrive on it! Honestly, I secretly *hope* you disagree. Makes things more interesting. The best conversations, the *truly* good ones, start with a clash of opinions. Just... try not to be *too* mean. My feelings are a bit...fragile. Like a perfectly ripe avocado. You know, the kind that's perfect for, like, three seconds before turning brown. And then you're just *sad*.
So, you mentioned your cat... is your cat going to be a main character?
Oh, *yes*. My cat, Mr. Fluffernutter (don't ask), is essentially my tiny, furry overlord. His opinions on life, the universe, and everything are *highly* valuable. Expect frequent pronouncements on the quality of his kibble, the laziness of humans (guilty), and the sheer audacity of that *one* rogue laser pointer dot. He's a grumpy old soul trapped in a fluffball, and he is *the* source of much of my inspiration (and occasional hairballs). You'll learn to love him. Or at least, tolerate him. He's got that kind of charm that's hard to ignore.
What about the emotional stuff you mentioned? Are things going to get... deep?
Probably. Look, I'm a human. I have feelings! (Shocking, I know.) I get excited, I get angry, I get ridiculously, embarrassingly happy about the smallest things (like a really good cup of coffee). Sometimes I might get a little... intense. Sometimes I might get... teary. But honestly, that's just life, isn't it? We're all just trying to muddle through, and sometimes that means sharing a bit of the muck along the way. And it's okay. It’s therapy and entertainment!
Okay, okay, I get it. But… are there any *rules*? Any guidelines?
Rules? Ha! Where's the fun in rules? Okay, fine. Here's a *VERY* loose framework: Try to be kind. Try to be curious. And definitely don’t take anything I say as gospel. Seriously, don’t. It's more like... a wild ride. Oh, and a side note: I probably won’t fact-check anything. So, if something sounds too good to be true (or too ridiculous!), it probably is. Consider yourself warned. And... keep an open mind. You'll need it.
What's the *worst* thing that has ever happened to you? (Go on, spill.)
Ugh, where do I even *begin*? Okay, fine, I'll give you a quick, horribly oversimplified rundown. There was the time I accidentally dyed my hair green for a job interview (bad), the time I tried to bake a cake and the smoke alarm went off (worse), and then there was the summer I fell head-over-heels for... *never mind*. But the REAL worst? The time I lost my favorite mug. The one with the grumpy cat on it. It was a double whammy of heartbreak & caffeine withdrawal. I haven't recovered, honestly. Still searching for a replacement. If you see one, please, send it my way. I'll owe you forever.
And the *best* thing? What actually makes you *happy*? Spill.
Ooh, good question! Okay, real talk? Those tiny moments. The sun hitting my face just right in the morning. The smell of freshly brewed coffee (a recurring theme, clearly). When Mr. Fluffernutter (yes, again, I told you!) decides to snuggle. But honestly, the best? Connecting with someone, like right now. Actually, I think it's you reading this! It's feeling like you're not alone in the world, even if you are. It's having someone to share the good, the bad, and the ridiculously messy in-between. And for that, I'm eternally grateful. So, thank *you*. Now, let's go find that perfect mug together!
