
Escape to Paradise: Stunning Pool Views at Salt Resort Kingscliff!
Escape to Paradise: Stunning Pool Views at Salt Resort Kingscliff! - A Messy, Honest Review
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans (and maybe some pool water) on my recent stay at "Escape to Paradise: Stunning Pool Views at Salt Resort Kingscliff!". Forget glossy brochures, this is the real deal, straight from yours truly.
The Good, the Bad, and the Oh-So-Glorious Pool Views
First things first: Accessibility. Now, I'm not in a wheelchair myself, but I did make a mental note to check it out properly for a friend. The website claims things are accessible, but honestly, I didn't see enough to give a definitive YES or NO, so investigate before you commit, folks. Important!
Food, Glorious Food (and Booze!)
Okay, let's talk about what truly matters: FEEDING YOUR FACE. Salt Resort is packed with options.
- Restaurants: Loads to choose from. It's a bit of a blur, but there’s definitely a decent Western Cuisine joint and the usual suspects. They're not Michelin star quality, but hey, you're on vacay, right?
- Bar: Yes! And a Poolside bar! (more on that later – spoiler alert: it's amazing). Happy hour? Absolutely key.
- Breakfast: I tried the Buffet in restaurant, and it was… buffet-y. You know? A bit of everything, but nothing mind-blowing. They also have Asian breakfast and Western breakfast options, but I’m a simple girl. Coffee, eggs, the essentials. Breakfast in room is also an option, which is always a win if you're feeling antisocial and hungover.
- Snacks: A Snack bar is always a welcome sight for those mid-afternoon cravings.
- Room Service: Room service [24-hour] is a godsend. Midnight pizza? Yes, please.
Accessibility – The Food Edition: They claim they do Alternative meal arrangements, so if you have dietary restrictions, make sure to give them a heads-up. The Cashless payment service is another plus, especially in the new world we live in.
Safety and Cleanliness: A Post-Covid Reality Check
Look, I'm a paranoid germaphobe (don't judge!), so this was important. The resort seemed to take things seriously:
- Anti-viral cleaning products? They're saying they use them. I didn’t see them, but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: I noticed the staff cleaning frequently, which put my mind at ease.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere! I was practically swimming in the stuff.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Good. Good.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They appeared to be.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: I'd like to think so, yes I would.
My Poolside Revelation (aka: The Perfect Moment)
Alright, let's get to the good stuff. The Swimming pool is a game changer. Period. Forget everything else. The "Pool with view" isn't a marketing gimmick. It's real. Picture this: perfect blue water, sun beating down, a cocktail in hand from that Poolside bar. And the view? Magnificent. I could have stayed there forever. I really, really could have. Okay, rambling a bit, I've had one drink, ok? I spent one afternoon purely in the pool. Floating, occasionally ordering another drink. I'm a terrible swimmer, but I love being in water. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. The worries of the world melted away. It was pure, unadulterated bliss. That's what you come here for, people. That feeling.
Ways to Relax (or Pretend to)
- Spa/sauna: Yes, there is one. I didn't see the full spa services so I cant review the full range of treatments.
- Fitness center/Gym: Did I go? Nope. I was busy, you know, relaxing by the pool. But if you’re one of those people, it’s there.
The Room: Basic Comforts (and some questionable decor)
My room? It was clean, which, you know, is a good start.
- Air conditioning: Essential. Queensland heat is NO JOKE.
- Blackout curtains: Lifesavers for sleeping in.
- Free Wi-Fi: Worked, which is crucial for Instagramming my pool adventures.
- Extra long bed: Which was nice for stretching out.
- Mini bar: Always a bonus.
- Private bathroom: A must.
- Smoking area: For the smokers and/or people that enjoy smoke.
- Soundproof rooms: YES!
The Room decorations were a little, shall we say, dated. But hey, I wasn't there to admire the artwork.
Services and Conveniences
- Concierge: Helpful.
- Daily housekeeping: My room was immaculate.
- Front desk [24-hour]: Always a reassuring presence.
- Laundry service: Thank goodness.
- Car park, Car park [free of charge]:, Valet parking, and Car power charging station all available.
- Airport transfer: An important option.
- Business facilities: I didn't use them, cause, you know, vacation!
The Kids Stuff
I didn’t have any kids with me, but if you do, Family/child friendly is a big tick. There are Babysitting service available.
The Quirks
- The elevators can be a little slow. Impatience is my enemy here, but hey, its more time to check your phone.
The Imperfections (Because Life Isn’t Perfect)
- The internet was a little patchy at times. But come on, focus on the pool!
The Verdict: Is It Worth It?
Absolutely. Despite the minor imperfections, the killer pool, the relaxed atmosphere, and the proximity to the beach make "Escape to Paradise: Stunning Pool Views at Salt Resort Kingscliff!" a solid choice. It's not flawless, but it offers a great escape.
My Offer: Ready to Dive In?
Book your stay at "Escape to Paradise" THIS WEEK and receive:
- A complimentary welcome cocktail at the Poolside Bar! (Because everyone deserves a drink after traveling.)
- A 10% discount on all spa treatments! (Treat yourself, you earned it!)
- Free late check-out (subject to availability)! (So you can squeeze every last drop of relaxation out of your stay)
Why wait? Get away from it all, and discover your own Escape to Paradise! Click here to book now!
This review is honest, and I haven't received any compensation. I just wanted to share my experience because, hey, more people need to know about that pool. And, yes, I'm already planning my return.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're going to Kingscliff, baby! And we're staying at the supposedly swanky Pool Views Apartment at Salt Resort. Honestly, going to be spending the entire journey trying to figure out why they call it Salt Resort. (Spoiler alert: Probably because it's near the ocean. Groundbreaking, I know.) Anyway, here's the plan, but let's be real, this thing will probably morph faster than a Kardashian's face.
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and Attempted Relaxation (Spoiler Alert: It Fails. Gloriously.)
10:00 AM: Arrive at Gold Coast Airport. Ugh. Airports. Already sweating. I hate the humidity. Seriously, did I pack enough deodorant? Panic sets in. Where's my passport?! (It's there. Deep breath.)
10:45 AM: Pick up the rental car. Praying this thing doesn't turn out to be a rusty death trap. Praying even harder I remember how to drive on the left side of the road. This is a skill I seem to lose every time I leave the country.
11:30 AM: Drive to the apartment. Okay, the scenery is actually pretty nice. Palm trees! Okay, maybe this won't be so bad.
12:00 PM: Arrive at Pool Views Apartment. First impressions? Okay, it does have a pool view. And it's…decent. The decor is…beige. Lots of beige. I feel like I've walked into an episode of The Real Housewives of Beige. I swear, if I see another beige cushion…
12:30 PM: Unpack. Discover the sheer volume of stuff I've brought. I clearly have some unresolved packing issues. A full-on breakdown over which t-shirt to wear first. Decide on the Hawaiian shirt. Immediately regret it.
1:00 PM: Attempt to unwind by the pool. This is where the "relaxation" part goes spectacularly wrong. The sun is too strong. Kids are screaming. There's a rogue inflatable swan blocking my view. I swear, that swan is judging me! Take one step away from the pool area.
2:00 PM: Lunch at the local pub, Salt Bar. The food is…fine. The beer is cold. Start to relax a little. (Maybe the Hawaiian shirt wasn't such a terrible idea.) Glimpse a local doing the "dad bod" at its finest, just enjoying a beer. It's oddly inspiring.
3:00 PM: Struggle with the pool again, too much sun and swimming.
4:00 PM: Nap. Wake up covered in sweat. The beige is starting to close in.
6:00 PM: Dinner at the apartment. Cook a simple meal (aka: attempt to order take-out). Decide to just microwave something instead. Fail to light the stove, blame the apartment on not having a stove, it's the perfect excuse.
7:00 PM: Watch TV. Bored. The beige is winning. Start stalking the pool from the window. I think I've developed an unhealthy obsession with that inflatable swan.
9:00 PM: Bed. Exhausted, but still somehow wired. This whole "vacation" thing is hard work.
Day 2: Beach Bliss (Sort Of), Surfing Mishaps, and a Near-Disaster with the Groceries
7:00 AM: Wake up, convinced I've aged ten years overnight due to the sheer beige saturation. Coffee. Need coffee. Desperately.
8:00 AM: Walk to the beach. OMG. The ocean. The sand. Okay, this is why I came. Pure. Bliss. (For about 15 minutes.)
8:30 AM: Attempt surfing. Well, "attempt" is a strong word. More like, "flail wildly in the water while looking vaguely ridiculous." The waves are small, which, I suppose, is a good thing. I manage to stand up for approximately two seconds. Triumph! Followed by an immediate faceplant.
9:30 AM: Head back to the apartment, feeling like I've been through a washing machine.
10:00 AM: Grocery shopping. Now, this is where things get interesting. Wander aimlessly through the supermarket, completely overwhelmed by the sheer variety of…everything. Accidentally buy a whole pineapple. What am I going to do with a whole pineapple?! The pineapple becomes a symbol of my total lack of planning.
11:00 AM: Try to make a smoothie. Pineapple-based, of course. It tastes…unique. Let's just say it's an acquired taste. One I clearly haven't acquired.
12:00 PM: Decide to embrace the chaos. Head to the beach for another swim. This is better. Just floating. Letting the sun bake the stress away. This is why I came.
1:00 PM: Lunch at The Kingscliff Beach Hotel. Fish and chips. Classic. The chips are perfect. I could eat this every day. Regret not ordering two portions.
2:30 PM: Explore the town a little. Cute shops. Cute cafes. Everything is…cute. I'm starting to feel like I'm living in a postcard. Decide to buy a silly hat. Very silly.
4:00 PM: Back to the apartment. The beige is still there, but I'm starting to accept it. Maybe even appreciate it. (Just kidding. It's terrible.)
5:00 PM: Read a book by the pool. The inflatable swan is still judging. Ignore it.
7:00 PM: Dinner at Fins Restaurant & Bar. Actually, the food is amazing! It redeems the whole beige experience.
9:00 PM: Stargazing on the balcony. The stars are beautiful. Finally, a moment of peace.
Day 3: (Potential) Adventure, Departure Looming, and Existential Beige Crisis (Oh Joy!)
7:00 AM: Wake up. The anticipation is killing me.
8:00 AM: Attempt to go skydiving. Too many clouds! (Sad)
9:00 AM: Go back to the pool. The swan is calling. Too much exposure and sunshine.
12:00 PM: Packing. The existential dread sets in. The fun is probably over.
1:00 PM: Check out. Wave goodbye to the beige hell. This is the one.
2:00 PM: Try to get to airport smoothly.
3:00 PM: Arrived at the airport. Plane is delayed! Ugh.
TBD: Back home, where the real "vacation" begins: recovering from the vacation.
Okay, so maybe this isn't the most structured itinerary. And yes, there are some definite emotional ups and downs. But hey, that's life, right? And the beach was pretty damn amazing. I'd say the whole thing was worth it, maybe. Perhaps. Definitely. (Except for that pineapple. I'm still dealing with that.)
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So, *Escape to Paradise*: Is it really paradise? Ugh, the existential dread...
That pool – it's the big draw, right? Spill the beans! Describe the pool experience.
Let's talk rooms! What are they like? Any horror stories?
Food! What's the grub situation? Anything particularly delicious (or disastrous)?
Salt Village. Is there anything to do outside of the resort?
Any hidden gems or unexpected annoyances I should know about?
Would you go back? And why?

