Unbelievable Luxury: Your Dream Split Apartment Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the deep end of luxury with "Unbelievable Luxury: Your Dream Split Apartment Awaits!" and I'm not holding back. Forget the polished brochures; you're getting the real deal, a messy, honest, and utterly human review.
Let's start with the basics, shall we? Because, frankly, if you can’t get there, what’s the point of luxury?
Accessibility: The Good, the Okay, and the "Hmm…"
Right, important stuff. I'm thrilled to report this place mostly gets it. Wheelchair accessible rooms and common areas? Check! Elevator? You betcha. That's a huge relief, because lugging your suitcase up five flights of stairs after a flight is not my idea of a vacation starter. The facilities for disabled guests are present but, as always, more specific information about what this means (ramps, grab bars, etc.) is crucial to know before you book if you have any mobility challenges. They are trying, which is a great sign.
Now, for the "hmm…" bit. The car park [free of charge], yeah, that's a win. Car park [on-site] also exists, meaning there's options. Airport transfer? Sweet! Less reason for me to haggle with taxi drivers, which, let's be honest, is a skill I haven’t quite mastered. But the Getting around section doesn't tell me how easy it is to actually navigate around the area, which is a crucial piece of the puzzle, especially with their accessibility options.
Cleanliness and Safety: Pandemic-Era Realities
Okay, deep breaths. Travel in the age of COVID is anxiety-inducing. They're advertising all the right things, which gives me somewhat a feeling of confidence, but it boils down to this: Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Individually-wrapped food options and Rooms sanitized between stays are all standard-bearers now. Kudos to the hotel management for making these things happen – Individual-wrapped items are a godsend, and knowing that the room has been deep-cleaned is a solid comfort. The Staff trained in safety protocol is an absolute MUST-HAVE These things, by the way, are the bare minimum standards, and I’m looking for the extra mile here.
Then we've got the good stuff: Doctor/nurse on call (peace of mind!), First aid kit, and Hand sanitizer. Hygiene certification? Excellent. Safe dining setup sounds like they're making sensible precautions, that's for sure. The Cashless payment service is a smart move – keeps things moving without the drama.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: My Stomach's Take
Now we're talking my language: FOOD. This is where things get interesting.
Restaurants: Multiple, sounds promising! I'm envisioning myself flitting between them all, sampling everything. A la carte in restaurant? Essential. Buffet in restaurant? I'm a sucker for a good one. Also, I'm a sucker for convenience so Room service [24-hour] is pretty much a requirement for my hotel stays. I wouldn't mind a poolside bar or three, and Coffee shop for that caffeine fix I need!
Cuisines: Asian cuisine in restaurant? Love it. International cuisine in restaurant? Bring it on! But what they really need is a good, solid Vegetarian restaurant. I'm also hoping for some Desserts in restaurant, because… well, dessert.
Drinks: Got a Bar? Check! Even better if there is Happy hour. Bottle of water? Always appreciated, it's not a Snack bar, but I love that they have a Coffee/tea in restaurant.
* Breakfast: Breakfast [buffet]? Yes, yes, a thousand times YES! I like to have every single thing on offer, from the Asian breakfast to the Western breakfast. I feel better having Breakfast takeaway service is awesome!! Another plus, is, Breakfast in room which is an absolutely perfect way to start the day.
Things to Do: Relaxing Like a Boss
Okay, let's be honest, I'm there for the relaxation, not the forced fun.
- Spa/sauna: YES! I'm already picturing myself in a plush robe, sweating out all my worries. Spa with a Foot bath? Heaven. Body scrub, Body wrap, and Massage? Sign me up!
- Swimming: Swimming pool? Of course. Swimming pool [outdoor]? Even better! Pool with view? Now you're talking my language.
- Fitness: They have a Fitness center and Gym/fitness – good for those who aren’t me since I'm a professional relaxer.
- For The Kids: I don't have kids, but I do appreciate places that cater to them. Babysitting service and Kids facilities are both great.
Rooms: My Sanctuary, My Fortress
Here’s where the "Unbelievable Luxury" promise better deliver.
- Essentials: Air conditioning (obviously!), Daily housekeeping, Free Wi-Fi, Wi-Fi [free], Air conditioning in public area, Hot water linen and laundry washing, Internet access – wireless! Also, Safe/security feature (important) Bathrobes and Slippers? Please tell me yes! A Coffee/tea maker, so I don't have to crawl out of bed for caffeine.
- The little things: Blackout curtains, Extra long bed, Non-smoking rooms, Reading light, a Socket near the bed (genius!), Wake-up service, a Window that opens.
- The "oooh la la"s: Separate shower/bathtub, Private bathroom.
- The "maybe not necessaries": Additional toilet? Now THAT'S luxurious. Alarm clock? I’m here to escape reality, not clock in!
- Amenities: They offer complimentary tea and free bottled water, which I love. Extra long bed, great!
Internet: Stay Connected, Or Disconnect, Your Choice
Look, I need my internet. Internet access – wireless is a given these days. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is a huge plus. Internet and Internet [LAN] are, again, essential.
Services and Conveniences: The "Oh, they thought of that!" Factor
This is where a hotel can truly shine.
- Business facilities: They have Business facilities, which I care not, but I'm sure some people do. Audio-visual equipment for special events, which is useful. Meetings, Seminars, and Meetings/banquet facilities.
- Conveniences! Contactless check-in/out. Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Currency exchange, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes, Smoking area, Taxi service
- The Quirky Cool: Gift/souvenir shop. A Shrine. (Interesting!) Smoking area. A Terrace, love it.
- Also helpful: Facilities for disabled guests, which is great! Room service [24-hour].
- Also helpful: Invoice provided
For the Kids: And Then Some
- Babysitting service: Essential for some parents!
- Family/child friendly: Always good to know.
- Kids facilities: What are they? More info needed.
- Kids meal: Helpful.
Things That Make Me a Little Anxious (but are, undeniably, Important)
- Safety/security feature: Good, more details needed.
- CCTV in common areas & CCTV outside property: Keeps me safe.
- Fire extinguisher.
- Front desk [24-hour].
- Hotel chain.
- Smoke alarms.
- Soundproof rooms.
- Security [24-hour]. and Smoke detector
- Safe dining setup.
Beyond the Basics: Finding the Soul of the Place
This is the part where I get real. This whole list of amenities can feel sterile. What's missing?
- Personality. Does this place have a vibe? Is it trendy? Cozy? Over-the-top opulent?
- The Staff: Are they friendly, helpful, and genuinely happy to be there?
- The Little Touches: Are there fresh flowers in the room? A welcome treat?
My Verdict: Should You Book "Unbelievable Luxury: Your Dream Split Apartment Awaits!"?
Alright, so after all this,
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Baoju Hotel Haikou - Your Dream Escape!
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this isn't your typical travel guide. This is my Split adventure, raw, unfiltered, and fueled by way too much gelato. And let's be real, probably a little Croatian wine too. My base camp? The V Luxury Apartment-Stay. Fancy pants place, supposedly. We shall see if it lives up to the hype… or if I end up wishing I'd splurged on a hostel instead.
Day 1: Arrival and the Quest for Perfection (Spoiler alert: didn't happen).
- Morning (7:00 AM - Ish, because jet lag): Landed in Split. Holy moly, the Adriatic Sea! Picture this: me, bleary-eyed, clutching my tiny carry-on, nearly tripping over a particularly smug-looking seagull. First impressions? The air smells amazing. Like salt, sunshine, and a hint of something delicious cooking.
- Transportation: Took a pre-booked transfer to the apartment. Driver was a maniac, but we made it. Alive. Score.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM -ish, once I manage to find the darn apartment…): "Luxury" apartment. Alright, alright, it is pretty swanky. Marble floors, a balcony overlooking… well, pretty much everything. The view is stunning. Okay, I'm sold. Except… the AC doesn't seem to be working. Cue minor panic. I text the host, who promises to send someone. Sigh. Jet lag plus no AC? This could be a problem.
- * Rambles and Revelations After the host fixed the AC, I spent a delightful afternoon just hanging out on the balcony, sipping a local lager, and people-watching, and watching the sun go down. The light, the colors… wow. It's like the Instagram filter is real life. But, and here's the kicker, that whole "perfection" thing I was aiming for? Nope. Because, despite the gorgeous apartment, I now realize I'm probably a little clumsy. This place is pristine. I'm pretty sure I'm going to spill something, break something, or just generally make a mess of things. Pray for the cleaning crew.
- Evening (7:00 PM -ish): Found a cute little restaurant in the Old Town (Konoba Matejuška). Ordered the grilled fish. It was…decent. My expectations were sky-high, so maybe I was just let down that I expected the food to be a masterpiece and it was more like a solid 7/10. The wine, however? Divine. I may have accidentally ordered a second glass…or three. And a cheeky tiramisu. No regrets.
Day 2: Diocletian's Palace and the Pursuit of Gelato Glory
- Morning (9:00 AM -ish. Decently rested-ish, thanks to the AC!): Diocletian's Palace. Wow. Seriously overwhelmed. The history, the architecture, the sheer size of the thing… it's incredible. Wandered around, got hopelessly lost, took about a million photos. Learned a few things, too, but mostly just gawked at the columns.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM -ish, right before the gelato-fueled meltdown): The crowds! The tour groups! The incessant "click, click, click" of cameras! It started to feel a bit like being trapped in a hamster wheel of history. Briefly contemplated hiding in a Roman bath.
- Opinionated Interlude: Okay, here's the thing. I love history, but sometimes I just want to wander around, soak it in, and not be lectured about the precise origins of every single brick.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM -ish, gelato emergency!): Gelato time. Found a little shop with amazing flavors. Mango, pistachio, salted caramel… It was a moment. I'm pretty sure my tastebuds ascended to heaven. A second helping of gelato was needed. If this place closes, I might cry.
- Anecdote: Sat in the main square, eating my gelato, and watching the world go by. Spotted a street performer playing a pretty terrible rendition of "Imagine" on a violin. Still, the setting was magic. Then, disaster struck. Gelato dripped. Down my hand. Down my arm. Onto my new white shirt. Cue mini-meltdown. I'm a mess.
- Evening (6:00 PM -ish): Dinner at a restaurant called Fife. Casual, relaxed, and serving truly amazing seafood. So much better than last night. Thank goodness for the waiter, who spoke only a little English, but had the best smile and made me feel so welcome. He also poured me another glass of Croatian wine.
- Evening (8:00 PM -ish): A leisurely stroll along Riva, the waterfront promenade. People-watching, wind in my hair, the sound of the waves… absolutely perfect. Found a bar and indulged in a cocktail.
- Quirky Observation: There's something about Croatian sunsets that makes everything feel…romantic. Even the pigeons seem to be flirting.
Day 3: Island Hopping and the Great Swim Debacle
- Morning (8:00 AM -ish): Boat trip to Hvar and Pakleni Islands booked. Excited and slightly seasick already.
- Transportation: The ferry was… crowded. Okay, "sardined" might be a better word. But the views! Oh, the views! The Adriatic Sea in all its turquoise glory. Stunning.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM -ish): Hvar. So glamorous! Yachts, sunbathers, a whole lot of bling. Wander around the town, do a little window shopping, and imagine I own a yacht.
- Rambles: Okay, Hvar is beautiful, but a little too…perfect. Like a glossy magazine cover. I wanted a bit more grit, a bit more real.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM -ish): Pakleni Islands. This is where it gets interesting. Found a secluded cove, full of crystal-clear water. Decided to go for a swim.
- Anecdote, Messiness, and Emotion all rolled into one: The water looked so inviting. I jumped in… and immediately regretted it. It was FREEZING. Like, ice-bucket-challenge-level cold. I yelped, sputtered, and nearly swallowed half the Adriatic. I managed to swim a little bit, but was mostly just shivering and trying to get my breath back. Finally made it back to the rocks, teeth chattering. The whole experience was a comedy of errors. A cold, soggy comedy of errors. Feeling slightly defeated, I decided I needed a beach towel.
- Afternoon (4:00 PM -ish): Back to Split. Feeling refreshed, and a little wiser about the ocean
- Evening (7:00 PM -ish): Dinner at a place called Zinfandel. The wine was amazing. The food was good. I even managed to not spill anything. Success!
- Evening (9:00 PM -ish): Back to the apartment. Balcony time. Stargazing. Thinking about my soggy swim. Wondering what tomorrow has in store.
Day 4: The Quest for Souvenirs and the Airport Blues.
- Morning (10:00 AM -ish): Late start. Had a lie-in.
- Transportation: Took a taxi to the morning markets to get last minute gifts
- Afternoon (1:00 PM -ish): Lunch at a restaurant called Matejuška. Just enjoying Split on the last day
- Afternoon (3:00 PM -ish): Heading to the airport..
- Anecdote, Messiness, and Emotion all rolled into one: My flight was delayed. Then, I remembered I still have a bottle of olive oil in my bag. Panic. Had to chug it at the airport. The security guard's face was priceless. Now, I'm pretty sure I smell strongly of the Adriatic.
Final Thoughts (and a little advice):
Split is amazing. It's beautiful, chaotic, delicious, and full of surprises. And even the "luxury" apartment experience had its moments. Embrace the mess. Don't be afraid to get lost. And, for the love of all that is holy, if you're going for a swim, check the water temperature first!
Would I recommend the V Luxury Apartments? Sure, well, if you like AC and marble floors. But honestly? The most memorable moments weren't the fancy stuff. They were the gelato, the crazy swim, the shared laughs and all the imperfections. So go. Explore. And don't worry too much about getting it "right". Just go and have an adventure.
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Unbelievable Luxury: Your Dream Split Apartment Awaits! (Oh Lord, Where Do I Even Begin?)
Okay, seriously, what *is* so "unbelievable" about this place? My bank account weeps just looking at the photos.
Alright, buckle up buttercup, because "unbelievable" is actually a massive understatement. I mean, have you *seen* the marble? It's practically glowing! Okay, maybe I'm overselling it slightly. But seriously, the finishes? Top-notch. Think less "rental-grade spec home" and more "Versace showroom exploded, and I'm somehow living in the aftermath." (Spoiler alert: I haven't actually lived there…yet. Still haggling with the landlord. He thinks I'm made of money, which is a common – and incorrect – misconception.)
It's the details, you see. Like, the heated floors in the bathroom that somehow *know* when you're about to step out of the shower and lovingly warm your tootsies. Or the walk-in closet the size of my current apartment. (Currently, my clothes are battling for space with my cat, who is winning.) Let's just say, if "luxury" was a physical place, this apartment would be its capital city. And I, a humble (potentially homeless) citizen, desperately want a visa.
Let's talk practicalities – What's the deal with the split? Is it like, two separate apartments crammed into one giant one?
Okay, so the "split" isn't *literally* two apartments. Think of it more like a really, *really* well-designed divide. Imagine a gigantic, beautifully styled Venn diagram where your living spaces overlap but maintain individual identities. One area is all about…elegance, shall we say? Perfectly curated art, a grand piano that I'm pretty sure I'd never touch (fear of breaking it), and a view that would make even a jaded New Yorker go "Woah." Then, you have the other "split" which is the 'chill zone'. This is where the actual living happens, with a huge comfy sofa (that I can totally picture myself drowning in after a long day), a gourmet kitchen (I can barely boil an egg, but hey, dreams!), and a balcony that looks out onto… well, I'm not entirely sure *what* it looks out onto, but it's probably lovely.
Honestly, the only downside I can see is having to *choose* which side to be on. The elegance, or the… well, the *real* living. Decisions, decisions… (mostly the decision of whether or not I can actually AFFORD it.)
What about noise? Living in a luxury apartment seems like it might attract… people. Loud people.
This is a legit concern. My current apartment is a symphony of screaming kids, barking dogs, and the incessant thrum of… something. I’m not sure what it is, but it vibrates through the floorboards. The marketing for this place claims "soundproofing of the gods." I'm skeptical. (Because, and this is a crucial point, marketing folks tend to… exaggerate.)
However, I *did* manage to sneak a peek, and the building is, shall we say, populated by a different *caliber* of person. Let's say they're more… "whispering during cocktails" and less "blasting death metal at 3 AM." Which, you know, has its own set of problems, like judging your hideous pajamas, but at least you get to sleep? I NEED SLEEP.
Okay, the view. Gimme the details. Does this apartment have a good view?
The view... Oh, the view. Picture this: I got a glimpse while "poking around" (read: desperately trying to pretend I was "intrigued, not desperate"). I nearly fainted. It wasn't just *a* view; it was a panoramic, heart-stopping, "I'm-pretty-sure-I-can-see-my-future-happiness" view. We're talking city skyline, maybe a sliver of water, and definitely a stunning display of the sunset... which, if I'm being honest, I'm usually too busy shoving pizza into my face to even notice.
But here's the thing. The view, as beautiful as it is, is also a constant reminder that I'm *not* living in it YET. It's pure, unadulterated torture. Every time I see the photo of the sunset from that balcony, a tiny, pathetic part of me dies inside. It could be my eternal reminder of what I *could* have. I'm already mentally furnishing the place and buying a fancy telescope I probably won't even use. Ugh.
What about the amenities? Pools? Gym? Do they exist and if they do will i be able to use them??
Oh, the amenities! This is where things get a little… show off-y. Yes, there *is* a pool. An infinity pool, to be exact, with views of… you guessed it… more breathtaking scenery. I spent a solid 30 minutes imagining myself lounging by that pool, sipping cocktails while contemplating the meaning of life (or at least figuring out what to order for lunch).
Then there’s the gym. Apparently, it's equipped with "state-of-the-art cardio equipment" and "a personal trainer on call." Translation: machines I wouldn't know how to operate and a person who would judge my complete lack of fitness. I’m torn. Part of me is terrified; the other part thinks, "Maybe if I start now, I can look vaguely acceptable in a swimsuit by, oh, never." And the worst part? If I *do* get this apartment, I'm fully prepared to try. Sad, but true. I think someone should stage an intervention. Honestly, I am starting to feel like I would rather just lay face-down on the floor and wait for it to all be over.
Ok, the elephant in the room. The *price*. What are we talking about, exactly? And do you think you can swing it? Be honest.
The price. The soul-crushing, wallet-emptying, bank account-weeping price. (See my earlier statement regarding the weeping bank account.) Let's just say it involves a significant number of commas. And a few extra zeros. I'm not going to get specific because, frankly, it's embarrassing. But to answer your second question: Do I *think* I can swing it? HAH! No. Absolutely not. Not in a million years.
Realistically? I will probably have to sell a kidney. Perhaps a vital organ or two. Maybe even my beloved cat… (Just kidding! Mostly. Don’t tell him I said that). I'm currently entertaining the idea of becoming a professional cat sitter, a dog walker, a personal chef, and possibly, just possibly, a lottery winner. I’m also hoping to stumble upon a long-lost relative who leaves me a vast fortune. It's a long shot, I know. But a girl can dream. And, dammit, I *will* dream about that apartment until the day I finally… either move in, or…well, end upHotel Blog Guru
