Bali's BEST 3BR Inner Courtyard Paradise: NE27 Awaits!
Bali's BEST 3BR Inner Courtyard Paradise: NE27 Awaits! - My Honest Take (Brace Yourself!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the tea on NE27, that Bali "Inner Courtyard Paradise" they're hyping up. I've been. I've seen. And I'm here to give you the REAL deal. This review isn’t some glossy brochure; it’s gonna be messy, honest, and hopefully, a little bit helpful as you’re scrolling for your next vacay.
First Impressions: Is it accessible, tho? (Accessibility, Facilities for disabled guests)
Alright, accessibility is crucial. And while NE27 does list "Facilities for disabled guests," the details aren’t exactly plentiful. I didn't specifically request accessible features, so I can't personally vouch. My advice? Contact the hotel directly. Get the specific deets. Don't rely solely on a checklist. I did notice an elevator, which is a good start, but Bali is…well, Bali. Uneven sidewalks and the general vibe are not necessarily accessibility-friendly everywhere.
Cleanliness & Safety: Did I catch the Bali Belly? (Cleanliness and safety section)
This is where NE27 really shines right now. Let's be real: post-pandemic travel is all about safety. I'm talking obsessed with cleanliness. And NE27 gets it. Top marks for the Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, rooms sanitized between stays, and the constant presence of hand sanitizer. They even offer opt-out of room sanitization, which shows they're trying. I didn't even think about Bali Belly, and trust me, that's saying something! The staff are trained in safety protocols. They take it seriously. This isn’t just a tick-box exercise. This is genuine care.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Food, Glorious Food! (Dining, drinking, and snacking section)
Ah, the most important question: Can I get a decent Nasi Goreng? The answer is a resounding YES… and then some! They have a decent enough selection of restaurants, including Asian & International cuisine. The a la carte menu in the restaurant is good. I spent way too much time by the pool bar, fueled by those delicious poolside cocktails. The daily happy hour was a godsend. There's a coffee shop that helps, and the breakfast buffet is a life saver (but I am not a "buffet in the morning" kind of gal, so I am taking some points against it… but hey, it is there, right?). They also have an option for breakfast in room, which is a godsend if you're trying to avoid the crowds (which I am). The snack bar is another great option. They've got a pretty solid setup for safe dining with things like Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, and Individually-wrapped food options, so bonus points for not making me worry about the food. They also accommodate alternative meal arrangements for dietary restrictions.
Rooms, Rooms, Glorious Rooms (Available in all rooms section)
Okay, let's get down to brass tacks: The 3BR Inner Courtyard Paradise is legit. The air conditioning worked like a dream (thank God!), the beds were comfy (that's what's actually important), and the decor was stylish (didn't feel like I was in a cookie-cutter hotel room). And yes, the free Wi-Fi in all rooms (Wi-Fi [free], Internet access – wireless) was excellent (did not even need to use the LAN.)
Here’s a quick rundown of the room perks:
- Comfy Bed: Extra long bed, baby! And good pillows, which is a personal win for me!
- Coffee & Tea: Coffee/tea maker and complimentary tea, you'll be caffeinated and ready to go!
- Bathrobe & Slippers: Don’t underestimate little luxury!
- Blackout Curtains: Crucial for beating the Bali sun.
- In-Room Safe: Always a must.
- Hair Dryer: Because frizz is a real thing on the island.
- Mini Bar: For those late-night cravings.
- Seating Area: Perfect for a chill night in.
- Bathrooms: Private bathrooms with separate shower/bathtub.
The best part? The inner courtyard. It's pure tranquility. Imagine waking up to birdsong instead of traffic. It’s seriously a vibe. I just sprawled on the sofa with a coffee, getting work done (or pretending to), and it's a damn fine feeling.
Relaxing & Having Fun: Spa Day, Anyone? (Things to do, ways to relax section)
Ok, I am a spa fanatic. And NE27 delivers. I had a massage which was delightful. The pool with a view is another MUST. They boast a spa, sauna, steam room, and a whole menu of treatments (body scrub, body wrap, foot baths). The Fitness center is there, the gym is there, I confess, I didn't set foot in it. But hey, options!
Anecdote time: I was in the sauna one evening, and the place suddenly went dark because of a power cut. You know, Bali. But before I could even panic, a staff member appeared with a candle and stayed with me until the power came back on. It's those small touches that really win me over.
Other Services & Conveniences: The Little Things (Services and conveniences section)
NE27 has got you covered on the practical stuff:
- 24-hour front desk, concierge, and room service (Services and conveniences section).
- Free Car Park: Huge bonus in Bali.
- Laundry & Dry Cleaning: Essential when you’re living out of a suitcase.
- Currency Exchange
- Cash Withdrawal.
For The Kids (for the kids section)
I don't travel with kids (sorry, tiny humans!), but from what I could see, NE27 is pretty damn family-friendly. They offer babysitting services, kids' meals, and facilities. I'm not an expert on that, so I'll leave it to the parents, but it seems good.
Getting Around: Getting Around Like a Local (Getting around section)
They've got an airport transfer (a must), car park, and even a car power charging station. You can also use a taxi. Easy.
The Not-So-Good Stuff (Because No Place Is Perfect)
Okay, time for a little reality check. No place is perfect. While the Wi-Fi was generally good, occasionally, it would hiccup. The décor, while stylish, felt a bit…uniform. Things I did not care about.
Overall Impression & Why YOU Should Book It (The Finale!)
NE27 is a winner. It delivers on the "Inner Courtyard Paradise" promise. It’s clean, safe, and a fantastic base for exploring Bali. It’s got a great vibe, is well-staffed, and is ideally set-up for tourists.
My Verdict: Highly Recommended!
Here's the deal: If you're looking for a Bali escape that blends comfort, luxury, and peace of mind, book NE27. The inner courtyard is a sanctuary, the staff are friendly (they really are), and you'll come away feeling refreshed and ready for anything.
Now, for the irresistible call to action…
DON'T JUST DREAM OF PARADISE. LIVE IT!
Book your stay at NE27 now and get:
- Early bird discounts!
- Free upgrade to a courtyard-facing room (subject to availability)!
- Complimentary cocktails at the poolside bar!
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Casa de Mel Itacaré: Your Dream Brazilian Beach Escape Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this Bali itinerary isn't just a list, it's a vibe. And just so you know, it's not going to be all perfectly curated sunset shots and serene yoga poses. This is REAL Bali, with all the sweat, wrong turns, and questionable street food decisions that come with it. We’re in spotlessly clean, well-appointed Spotless 3 BR Inner courtyard view #NE27 – a misleading name, as the chaos inside is where the REAL magic happens.
Bali Babble & Backroads Adventure: A Hot Mess Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival… and Existential Dread (with a side of Bintang)
- 9:00 AM: Arrive Denpasar Airport (DPS). The humidity hits you like a wet, tropical hug. You immediately start sweating. My meticulously packed "travel outfit" – linen everything, obviously – feels like a clingy, damp second skin. Airport chaos: the endless queues, the hawkers trying to sell you something, the general feeling of being utterly clueless. I swear the customs agent gave me a look. Did I accidentally wear something offensive?
- 9:30 AM: Find driver (booked through, you know, a website). He's got the classic Balinese smile - wide, friendly, probably seen it all. The traffic immediately confirms everything you've ever heard about Bali traffic: scooter cyclones, honking symphonies, and a general disregard for lane markings.
- 11:00 AM: Arrival at Spotless 3 BR Inner courtyard view #NE27. Oh, the irony. I mean, the courtyard is lovely, I'll admit. But there's a gecko the size of my hand staring at me from behind a potted plant. And the air conditioning, bless its little mechanical heart, is fighting a losing battle against the Balinese sun. Unpack. Contemplate life choices. Where am I going with my life?
- 1:00 PM: Lunch: Hit up a warung (local eatery) near the villa. I ordered something that looked like noodles, but tasted suspiciously like… well, I'm not entirely sure. Delicious, though, in that vaguely spicy, "what-am-I-eating?" kind of way.
- 2:00 PM: The nap happens. It's mandatory. The tropical heat has rendered me a limp noodle myself.
- 4:00 PM: Stroll down to the beach closest to our villa (Kuta maybe? I honestly can't remember). The waves are decent, the sand is hot, the sunset is stunning. Basic.
- 6:00 PM: Bintang time. The first one is pure bliss. Cold beer, the ocean, the sunset… This is what vacation is supposed to feel like.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Probably more questionable street food. Chicken satay? Gado-gado? Fingers crossed for no gastrointestinal distress. Pray!
- 8:00 PM: Attempt to learn a few basic Indonesian phrases. "Terima kasih," I think I've got down. "Saya tidak mengerti” seems a bit more important.
- 9:00 PM: Collapse into bed. Exhausted euphoria. Tomorrow is going to be amazing… probably.
Day 2: Ubud Adventures and Monkey Business (and a near-disaster with a scooter)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Sun is already BURNING. Coffee. Necessary. The courtyard is alive with the sounds of Bali: birds chirping, a distant gamelan (Indonesian orchestra), the neighbor's rooster. It's actually kind of magical.
- 9:00 AM: The Ubud pilgrimage begins – an hour and a half in a taxi. This is where the real "culture" is, right? The Monkey Forest is our first stop. Let the chaos commence! You're warned: don't look the monkeys in the eye (scary!). Don’t wear shiny things (they will steal them!). They are… bolder than advertised. One tried to snatch the strap of my bag. Another straight-up climbed on my head. I screamed. I loved it.
- 11:00 AM: Rice Terraces: Tegalalang. Breathtaking views. Snap, snap, snap. Get the perfect Instagram shot. But the relentless heat makes you feel like you're slowly baking.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch in Ubud. Trying to find something “authentic” but end up at a tourist trap pretending to be. Food is average, the prices are not. Slightly depressed about my foodie prowess.
- 2:00 PM: The Scooter Debacle. “I have a motorcycle license. I know how to ride a bike.” Famous last words. Rented a scooter. Tried to navigate the Ubud traffic. Almost crashed into a temple. Almost crashed into a dog. Almost crashed into a very grumpy-looking Balinese woman. Realizing I should probably stick to four wheels. Or maybe just stay inside.
- 4:00 PM: Temple Run. Visiting a temple. Try to be respectful. Remember to cover shoulders and legs. It's beautiful, peaceful… until you see the endless stream of tourists taking selfies in front of it.
- 6:00 PM: Reluctantly, we make our way back to the villa. Exhaustion sets in
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Back at the warung. A different dish. Delicious and still questionably identified. I’m starting to think I should get a food diary.
- 8:00 PM: I am lying in bed contemplating if I should re-do my entire life.
Day 3: Sun, Surf, and Soul-Searching (and a sunburn)
- 9:00 AM: Wake up. Sunburn. Yep, I neglected the sunscreen. Rookie mistake.
- 10:00 AM: Surf lessons at a different beach (Canggu, maybe?). The instructor is young, cool, and probably makes more money in a day than I do in a week. I’m terrible, hilariously terrible. The waves toss me around. I swallow half the ocean. But… kind of addictive.
- 1:00 PM: Beachside lunch. Fresh grilled fish. Finally, something familiar! Though, I'm pretty sure I saw a stray dog eyeing my plate.
- 2:00 PM: More beach. Attempt to relax. Fail. The sun is relentless. Read a book, but I'm mostly just staring at the ocean. It's mesmerizing. And hot. Did I mention hot?
- 4:00 PM: Massively overpriced massage. I mean, it was heavenly, but I’m pretty sure I spent the equivalent of a month's rent on that. No regrets.
- 6:00 PM: Another Stunning Sunset. This time, I'm actually trying to appreciate it.
- 7:00 PM: Going back to the warung. No more “questionable dishes.” I'm on a mission to find a satisfying meal for the evening.
- 8:00 PM: Sleep.
- 9:00 PM: Still awake.
(And so on… the days blur together, a delicious jumble of temples, bad scooter driving, questionable food adventures, surfing, sunburn, and the constant hum of Balinese life.)
Things that Will Most Likely Happen:
- I will overpack. And then wear the same three outfits the entire time.
- I will get lost. Frequently.
- I will make at least one regrettable purchase (probably a batik shirt).
- I will attempt yoga. Probably fall on my face.
- I will fall in love with Bali. Again. Despite the chaos.
- I will miss the AC when I arrive home
Final Thoughts:
This itinerary is a suggestion, a framework, a starting point for the real adventure. Throw away the "perfect" plans, embrace the mess, allow yourself to get lost, and let Bali work its magic. Because sometimes, the best travel memories are the ones you never saw coming. And trust me, in Bali, they're always coming. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find another Bintang and contemplate the meaning of life (or at least, the location of the nearest warung).
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So, like, what *is* this thing anyway? (And why should I care?)
Alright, alright, settle down curiosity seekers. Think of this... whatever *this* turns out to be about... as a chaotic, beautiful, slightly-broken tapestry woven from experience, opinion, and the occasional random squirrel thought. You *should* care? Well, probably. Maybe. Look, I can't force you. But if you're here, poking around, chances are you *might* find something interesting. Or at least, you'll know you're not alone in the existential dread of figuring things out. Sometimes, just knowing someone else is wandering around the same confusing maze makes it a little less... maze-y. (And yes, I'm aware "maze-y" isn't a word. Deal with it).
Is it hard to get started? I'm not good at things. (Like, at all.)
Look, I’m gonna be honest, "hard" is a relative term, right? Like, sometimes breathing is 'hard' after I've eaten too much pizza. But getting started... well, it *looks* intimidating. I remember when I first tried… (Okay, I'll get to *what* in a minute. Let me just gather my thoughts. It’s hard to summarize…) Right, the first time. It felt like staring into the abyss. The abyss of *confusion*! And a whole lot of… staring. But here’s the secret: start small. Seriously. Baby steps. Tiny, wobbly, probably-going-to-fall-over steps. I mean even I, with my questionable skills and tendency to make mistakes that echo through the halls of time… I managed. (Okay, maybe not flawlessly. There was that one time…). Anyway, I *mostly didn’t* fall flat on my face. So, if *I* can, you almost certainly can. Just... prepare for some face-planting. We all do it.
What if I mess up? I'm a disaster! Will I be judged?
Oh, honey. Messing up? It's practically a *requirement*! Trust me, I've perfected the art of the spectacular screw-up. I've made mistakes so epic, they require their own historical markers. And you know what? No one's perfect. (Okay, maybe Beyonce. But she's a goddess, so it doesn't count). The important thing is to learn from it. (Even if you're learning, like me, that you *really* shouldn't try to deep-fry a turkey indoors). And as for judgement? Well, there will always be *some* people who judge. They're probably just jealous of your magnificent messiness. Embrace the chaos! It's way more interesting than being boringly perfect. And seriously, there's no "judgement" from *me*. You're probably funnier than you think you are.
What's the hardest part, *really*? The really, really hard part?
Ugh. Okay, the hardest part? Getting over yourself. Seriously. Your own little inner critic is a *monster*. It's constantly whispering awful things, telling you you're not good enough, that everyone's judging you, that you should just give up now. That's the enemy. I’ve spent *years* battling mine. Mostly unsuccessfully. (It's a stubborn little gremlin). But once you start to… *ish*… ignore that voice, things get a whole lot easier. Plus, it’s… ugh… probably perseverance. Staying the course. Even when you feel like the universe is conspiring to make you give up. And trust me, the universe *does* conspire. Especially on Mondays. And Tuesdays. And Wednesdays… you get the idea.
Okay, okay, but what if I fall behind? Like, really far?
Ah, the dread of falling behind. It's a classic. And honestly? You probably *will* fall behind at some point. Life happens. Deadlines get missed. Motivation vanishes faster than snacks around me after a long day. The key? Don't panic. Seriously, don't. It's tempting, I know. But panicking is the enemy. Take a deep breath. Reassess. Figure out what's *actually* important and let the rest slide. Maybe. And then, forgive yourself. Yep. It sounds fluffy, but it’s crucial. I mean, I’ve fallen so far behind on things... I basically had to invent a new timeline. Just dust yourself off and pick it back up. We've all been there. Except maybe that Beyonce person.
Will there be things I don't like? Will I be annoyed?
Oh, absolutely. Prepare yourself for the inevitable grumbling and eye-rolling. There will be times when you want to throw your hands up in the air and scream into a pillow. There will be things that frustrate you. Things you don't understand. Things that make you want to take a very, very long nap. It’s inevitable. The sooner you accept, the better. But, you know what? That's okay! Because sometimes, dealing with the stuff you *don't* like is what makes the good stuff even *better*. And let’s be honest, complaining? It's practically a national pastime. It keeps us all connected, am I right? (I’m right. Don’t argue. It’s exhausting.).
So, what's the best part? Really, when does it get *good*?
Ah, the million-dollar question. The best part? This is… well, it’s deeply personal. For me? It's when the lightbulb finally clicks. That moment of understanding. When you *get* it. And it's usually after hours of staring at it, questioning it, and wanting to chuck it out the window. It’s also when you realize that you're not alone. When you connect with someone else who gets it, too. When you create something, even if it's just something small, that's uniquely *you*. But honestly? The best part is whatever *you* make it. It's the journey, not the destination, and all that jazz. (Ugh, I hate that phrase. But it's true!). Just remember to breathe... and maybe have a snack.
What if I have more questions?
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