Unbelievable Makassar Getaway: OYO 90529 Hotel Baruga Review!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to get the REAL scoop on the Unbelievable Makassar Getaway: OYO 90529 Hotel Baruga. Forget the sanitized brochures, I'm diving headfirst into this place, warts and all. This isn’t a robotic listing; this is a feeling, a vibe check, a genuine assessment. Let's be real, the hotel is…well, it's something.
First Impressions (And the Search for the Elevator - Seriously!)
Finding the place was an adventure worthy of Indiana Jones. Let's just say the GPS had a moment. And the exterior? Let's call it… understated. Think "functional," like a well-worn pair of comfortable slippers. But hey, that’s part of the charm, right? Or maybe it's just me being a hopeful optimist. Finding the elevator was another challenge. A scavenger hunt, perhaps? Nah, I’m just kidding. But seriously, I'm not getting any younger, and a little assistance from a well-placed elevator would be appreciated.
Accessibility (Or Lack Thereof – Let's Be Honest)
Alright, let's be brutally honest here. "Accessibility"? That word gets thrown around a lot. And while the hotel says it has facilities for disabled guests, I'm not convinced. My advice? Call ahead. And then call again. Double-check those details if access is a must-have. The exterior corridor, while potentially giving me a view of the street which would be fun, might not be ideal for those who require easier access.
Rooms: Cleanish, Functional, and the Miracle of Wi-Fi
Okay, so the rooms? They were clean enough. I mean, let’s be honest, it's not the Ritz. The Carpeting looked like it had seen some things, but everything was…functional. Air Conditioning? Absolutely essential in Makassar. And THANK THE LAWD, the Wi-Fi worked, and it was free! (Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! A lifesaver, people! This is a win!) Plus, the mini bar held some beverages and the bathroom contained essentials. Air conditioning kept the room cool. It's the small things, people.
The bed situation? Hmm… the extra long beds were exactly what I needed. (Or maybe I just slept like the dead after a long day in the heat). I can see how the connecting rooms could be great for families, too.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Sanitizer Wars
Alright, points for effort on the cleanliness front. They’ve got the Anti-viral cleaning products, the Daily disinfection in common areas, the Staff trained in safety protocol…the works. I saw the hand sanitizer EVERYWHERE. They're taking things seriously, which is a MAJOR comfort in these times. Rooms sanitized between stays is a huge plus. The Safe dining setup and the Sanitized kitchen and tableware items were also noticeable details. It felt…safe. The Smoke alarms were also a welcome sight.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Asian Breakfast & (Possibly) Beyond
The culinary options are…well, they're there. Asian breakfast is a safe bet. The Buffet in restaurant is ideal. I wasn't a fan of the coffee. The coffee shop could use a boost. I did appreciate the Bottle of water complimentary to my room, though! The Poolside bar looked promising. No happy hour available, but that's fine. Maybe ask yourself if you want the Breakfast in room instead.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Fitness, Spa, and… Contemplation
The hotel doesn't have a ton of bells and whistles, but hey, that's not the point. The Fitness center exists, though I didn't personally test it out. If you're a fitness fanatic, check it out. Spa/Sauna? A definite possibility for relaxation. A Swimming pool is a huge plus for a tropical location, and I did get to enjoy a quick dip.
Services and Conveniences: Basics Covered
The staff was friendly enough. No complaints there! The 24-hour front desk, security, luggage storage & daily housekeeping are the basics, and they did those well. Facilities for disabled guests (again, do your research!) The Car park is free of charge. The Laundry service came in handy. The Concierge seemed responsive enough. Smoking area and a Convenience store were available.
For the Kids: A Big Question Mark
Family/child friendly? Sure, in theory. Babysitting service? Maybe. Kids facilities? Don't bank on it. This isn't a "kid-centric" resort. Not really a problem, but don't expect a wonderland.
The Big Emotional Reaction: Value for Money? Absolutely.
Look, the Unbelievable Makassar Getaway: OYO 90529 Hotel Baruga isn't perfect. It's not the Four Seasons, it doesn't have a Michelin-star chef, and it might not win any design awards. But… it's cleanish, safe, the Wi-Fi works consistently, and the price is right. It's a solid, no-frills option, especially if you're on a budget.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause we're about to dive headfirst into a Makassar adventure at the legendary (and probably a bit questionable) OYO 90529 Hotel Baruga Makassar. This isn't your polished travel brochure, folks. This is me, raw and unfiltered, sharing my Makassar escapade. Prepare for… well, prepare for anything.
The Makassar Mayhem: A Stream-of-Consciousness Itinerary (with occasional punctuation, maybe)
Day 1: Arrival and the Art of Haggling (Or, How I Almost Got Fleeced)
Morning (Like, REALLY morning): Landed at Sultan Hasanuddin International Airport. Jet lag? Nah, more like a permanent state of mild disorientation these days. Immediately hit with the heat and the relentless smiles of taxi drivers. These guys, bless their hearts, are like sharks circling chum. My Bahasa Indonesian is… basic, let's just say. Ended up paying way too much for a ride to the OYO. Lesson learned: HAGGLE. Ruthlessly. It's practically a national sport.
Mid-Morning: Arrived at the OYO. The photos online? Let’s say they were… optimistic. The room, though, was clean-ish. And hey, AC! A godsend. The bathroom? Looked like it might have been a bomb shelter at some point. But who am I to judge? It's Indonesia, not the Ritz. The view? Let's just say it overlooked a… well, a lot of things. But hey, character!
Lunch: Ventured out. Found a little warung (local eatery) down the street. Ordered some Coto Makassar (a local beef soup). AMAZING. Seriously, forget everything you think you know about beef soup. This stuff is rich, savory, and absolutely divine. My stomach is a happy camper, and I'm in pure bliss! I'm already in love. I'd probably sell my own mother for another bowl right now.
Afternoon: Decided to brave the Pasar Sentral (Central Market). This place is a sensory overload in the best possible way. The smells, the sounds, the colors… The sheer volume of exotic produce! I was overwhelmed and thrilled. I’m pretty sure I accidentally made eye contact with a live chicken. And… okay, I flinched. But I survived! I bought a ridiculously huge bag of rambutan (mangosteen's cousin), the juice was running down my face, and I ended up haggling for about 10 minutes to get the price down on a batik scarf. Success! I'm feeling like a local, even though I'm probably horribly obvious.
Evening: Dinner at a seafood restaurant near Losari Beach. The sun setting over the Makassar Strait was breathtaking. The seafood? Good, but not quite Coto Makassar good. I also, embarrassingly, spilled my entire drink on myself. Twice. This is me, folks. Grace is not my strong suit. Did I mention the mosquitoes? They're the size of small aircraft in this part of the world. I am not, and will never be, the mosquito's friend.
Day 2: Fort Rotterdam, the Bugis, and Existential Dread
Morning: Visited Fort Rotterdam. A historic fort, right on the coast, steeped in history. Pretty cool, actually. I wandered around, feeling a bit like a time traveler. The history made my head spin. I wondered how many battles were fought here and how many people had their life end on this very spot. I’m going to need to read up on the history.
Mid-Day: I decided to delve deeper. I found out that the Bugis people are known for their craftsmanship and seafaring prowess. Their boats are magnificent. I can't believe how much art and culture is represented here; this is truly amazing.
Afternoon: Lunch at a local place in Chinatown. Dim sum, mostly. The best dim sum ever. Seriously. I could eat mountains of this stuff. My travel companion is probably regretting this trip. Just kidding.
Evening: Visited Losari Beach again, this time with a group of fellow travelers from the hotel. It was nice to chat, but sometimes the constant small talk makes me want to scream. Some of them were a bit… enthusiastic.
Day 3: The Trip is ending. My Emotions are starting to get the best of me
- Morning: I'm going to try to make a plan for what I'm going to do today and try to make it a good one.
- Afternoon: I can't believe this trip is almost over. I'm starting to feel like I'm going to miss this place.
- Evening: I am so sad that this trip is almost over. I'm going to miss the places, the food, the people, the everything.
Random Observations, Ramblings, and Existential Crises:
- The Heat: It's relentless. I'm pretty sure I've lost 10 pounds in sweat alone. I think if I just stand still long enough, I could probably dehydrate.
- The Traffic: Absolute, glorious chaos. Scooters whizzing everywhere, horns blaring… It's symphony of madness. I loved it.
- The People: Incredibly friendly and welcoming. Even when I inevitably screw up my Bahasa, they smile and help.
- The Food: Mostly amazing. A+ would eat again. And again. And again.
- The OYO: It’s what it is. A place to sleep. A base camp for a chaotic, beautiful adventure. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it. It's part of the experience.
Final Verdict:
Makassar is a wild ride. It's messy, it's beautiful, it's challenging, and it's utterly unforgettable. OYO 90529 Hotel Baruga Makassar? It's a… character. It'll do. And I'm already scheming about how soon I can come back. Maybe next time, I’ll actually learn more than three Indonesian words. Maybe. But probably not.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find more Coto Makassar. Wish me luck. And remember: embrace the chaos!
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Unbelievable Makassar Getaway: OYO 90529 Hotel Baruga - Seriously, What Even Was That? A Review (Kinda)
Okay, First Things First: Is Hotel Baruga Actually in Makassar? And Should I Even Bother?
Yes, it's… technically in Makassar. Look, let's be real, "Makassar" is a big place. This isn't smack-bang-downtown-Kota-Makassar. It felt more like… the outer fringes, maybe flirting with the "suburbs," if you can have suburbs when you're hurtling around on a *becak* (a local cycle rickshaw – by the way, negotiate the price BEFORE you get on that thing! Rookie mistake, I tell ya!).
Bother? Oof. This is where it gets tricky. If you're expecting the Ritz? Absolutely *not*. If you're after a budget-friendly adventure, a place to crash after a day of exploring (and sweating buckets, let's be honest), and you're prepared for… character… then maybe. Maybe. Think of it as a choose-your-own-adventure novel with a slightly musty scent and the occasional, rogue gecko.
What's the Deal with the Rooms? Seriously, Spill the Tea (or, You Know, Teh Tarik)
The rooms… oh, the rooms. Let's just say they possessed a certain… rustic charm. Think "vintage Indonesian motel," perhaps. I'm pretty sure my air conditioner was older than me, and it made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a dying cat (no cats were harmed in the making of this review, I promise!). It *did* eventually cool the room, though. Victory!
The cleanliness? Well, it wasn't five-star luxury pristine. Let’s just say that the ubiquitous "wet floor" smell was… present. And the sheets? Well, let's not go there. I'll just say I spent a good ten minutes inspecting them before committing to actually sleeping on them. Bring your own sleep sack, people, seriously. You'll thank me later. Oh, and the TV? Mostly staticky Indonesian channels. Which, hey, at least I got to try out my limited Indonesian vocabulary. "Air" (water). "Terima kasih" (thank you). "Kenapa?" (why?). Useful skills, these were.
The Bathroom Situation: Pray for Me (or, at Least, Pack Some Wet Wipes)
Oh, the bathrooms. This is where things got… *interesting*. Picture this: a shower head that offered all of about three droplets of water per second. And the water pressure? Non-existent. I'm pretty sure a moderately strong sneeze would have resulted in more water flowing. I'm not kidding. It's a learning experience, let's just say that. The cleanliness? Let’s just say that my inner germaphobe was doing jumping jacks in protest. And the toilet… well, it flushed. Eventually. Sometimes.
And the tiny sliver of soap? I swear, you needed a magnifying glass to even *see* it. Good thing I brought my own. Pack. Wet. Wipes. Seriously. You will thank yourself. Trust. The. Process. (And maybe a hazmat suit, I'm just kidding… mostly.)
Breakfast? Did They Even *Have* Breakfast? And If So, Was It Edible?
Ah, breakfast. The eternal question. Yes, they *claimed* to have breakfast. It was… included. The reality? Let’s just call it “an experience.” It consisted of a watery instant coffee (blech!), some toast that was, shall we say, "robustly toasted" (read: practically charcoal), and… something else. Honestly, I can't quite remember what the something else was. It was a… mass of something… I'm pretty sure it was fried. I think. I might have blocked it out. I ended up just eating the toast. And regretting it. I *did* see some interesting local snacks at a nearby warung (small local eatery), which I probably should have headed towards immediately!
The Staff: Were They Helpful? Or Just… There?
The staff were… a mixed bag. Some were friendly and tried their best (bless their hearts!), others seemed… less engaged. There was a language barrier, of course. My Indonesian is… basic, to put it mildly. And their English was… let's just say it wasn't exactly fluent. But the genuinely kind faces? Priceless. There was a young girl, bless her, who seemed to be the unofficial "everything" person. She was always smiling, even when she was clearly swamped. That kind of thing makes a huge difference. And the security guard? Always a friendly wave.
Location, Location, Location! Is it Close to Anything Cool? Or Am I Trapped?
The location… well, as I said, it's not smack-bang-downtown. You'll need a ride to get anywhere interesting. Taxis are available, but be prepared to negotiate a price. Or, you can embrace the *becak* life! That's your mission, should you choose to accept it. It was a fun experience, albeit a hot and sweaty one. (Makassar is hot, you know. Very hot.) And the best local food stand I’ve ever seen, you know the kind with the best *bakso* (meatball soup), was maybe a ten-minute *becak* ride away. Pure gold! You'll need to do some exploring, for sure, but if you're the adventurous type it's really doable for a budget stay.
My Unforgettable Experience: (Spoiler Alert: It Involves a Gecko)
Okay, buckle up, because this is where things get REAL. One night, I woke up to… a noise. A tiny… *click*. Then another. I squinted. And there, on the wall above my head? A gecko. A *big* gecko. And it was… *hunting*. This was the pivotal moment in my emotional journey. I lay there, frozen, watching this creature stalk an insect. It was a battle of the titans! OK, maybe not titans, but a gecko and a mosquito. I was a prisoner of my own bed, completely and utterly captivated. Then, *CRUNCH*. Victory! The gecko ate! I survived! I have never been so engaged, and so grossed out, at the same time. And,World Wide Inns
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