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Escape to Paradise: You Better Believe It (and Maybe Pack a Raincoat) - A Malindi Review
Alright, let's be honest. "Escape to Paradise" sounds like something you'd hear in a cheesy rom-com. But after experiencing this Malindi property… well, it's close. Like, real close. And I'm here to spill the (perfectly chilled) tea. Buckle up, buttercups, because this review ain't gonna be all sunshine and rainbows. It's real, messy, and full of opinions – just like me after one too many Pina Coladas.
First Impressions & Getting There (The Tango of Taxis and Tranquility)
Okay, the anxiety of Accessibility… is it there or isn’t it? This is a big one for me. So, the good news is YES! They've put some serious thought into this. Apparently, there are Facilities for disabled guests, which is HUGE. Elevators are a godsend, especially after my legs have given up after a day of pool-hopping. I didn't get to verify every single aspect myself, but the commitment's obvious. And the photos look promising. Which is a relief, because the thought of battling uneven pavements with my suitcase fills me with dread.
Navigating to the property? Airport transfer is a must. Don't even consider haggling for a taxi after a long flight. Trust me. They've got this, and it's seamless. Although, the driver did try to convince me the beach was literally a few steps from the hotel (it wasn’t. But the illusion was enchanting).
Rooms: My Mini-Bar Savior (and the Occasional Mosquito Drama)
The rooms themselves? Okay, let's talk Air Conditioning. Essential. Absolutely. Don't even think about a room without it. Especially when the African sun is doing its best impression of a nuclear blast. My room (Non-smoking, thank goodness!) felt spacious. I loved the Blackout curtains. Pure bliss for those who want to sleep in. Internet access – Wi-Fi [free] in all rooms is a godsend. Plus, a Seating area where one can sit and drink tea. And, the mini-bar? Oh, the mini-bar was my best friend after dark. Free bottled water. Always a bonus. Plus, a desk that was perfect for a little work. Hair dryer, check. Bathroom phone? (Who even uses these??) Still, it was there.
Minor gripe alert: There were some mosquitos. They should improve the repellent. And the occasional dripping pipe in the middle of the night? Yeah, not ideal. But again, I was on vacation.
Eat, Drink, and Be (Almost) Merry: The Food & Beverage Frenzy
Okay, the Restaurants. Where do I even begin? They have a Buffet (always a win!). And a proper A la carte menu. I lived on the fresh seafood. The Asian cuisine in restaurant was a welcome change (after all the seafood). They also had a Poolside bar – obviously a crucial element to the Malindi dream. Breakfast [buffet] was the morning's highlight. The Coffee shop…well, let’s just say I spent a lot of time there. Coffee quality? Let’s say "adequate". A Bottle of water was automatically provided in the room. Always.
The whole Dining, drinking, and snacking scene? Excellent. But if you are looking for a specific meal at a specific time, your best bet is to be proactive. The Poolside bar was a constant source of happy hour shenanigans. Great drinks, and a fantastic view of the pool, which leads us to…
Relaxation Station: Pools, Spas, and the Pursuit of Bliss
The Swimming pool [outdoor], and especially the Pool with view… AMAZING. Forget your worries. Jump in. The water was crystal clear. Perfect for floating around with a cocktail and pretending you have all the time in the world. The Spa area was the next stop in my agenda. Massage was a total MUST. Seriously, book it. Best decision ever. I highly recommend the Sauna. I am so glad. Also, the Steamroom. After all that heat, I needed to cool off so I went into the gym/fitness center. I only used the Fitness center once, but the gym was well equipped. The Body scrub and Body wrap treatments? Pure indulgence.
Cleanliness & Safety: Keeping it Real (and Sanitized)
Okay, safety. This is important. They take this seriously. Daily disinfection in common areas, I saw it happening—which is reassuring. Hand sanitizer stations everywhere. And the staff? Trained to be aware of all the new protocols. The fact that there's a Doctor/nurse on call gave me peace of mind. More importantly, Rooms sanitized between stays.
Getting Around & Amenities: The Little Things That Matter
Car park [free of charge] is a huge win, especially when you want to explore. Concierge service was super helpful, pointing me towards hidden gems. Laundry service saved my life. And the Gift/souvenir shop was perfect for picking up last-minute treasures. They have Elevator too!
For the Kids (and the Young at Heart)
Family/child friendly is an understatement. Babysitting service is available. There are dedicated Kids facilities.
The Quirks & the Imperfections (Because No Place is Perfect)
The best? The moments. That one time I ordered room service at 3 AM, desperate for a snack, and the guy was so cheerful…that was a highlight. Or watching the sun set over the ocean while sipping a mojito. Pure magic. One day a waiter forgot my salad (I'm serious!!). But hey, it happens.
The Verdict: Should You Escape to Paradise?
Absolutely. But here's the truth: Paradise is what you make it. This hotel provides the canvas. The beautiful rooms, the amazing pool, the delicious food, and attentive staff. They've done the hard work. Is it perfect? Nope. Is it an escape? Absolutely.
My Hot-Off-the-Press Offer for You (Because You Deserve Paradise)
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- A free upgrade (subject to availability)
- A guaranteed late check-out, so you savor every last second of relaxation. Bonus!* Free airport transfer upon arrival. (Avoid the taxi haggle and start your vacation stress-free!)**
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P.S. Pack sunscreen. You'll need it! And maybe a waterproof camera. Every other moment is insta-worthy.
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Okay, here we go. Buckle up, buttercups, because this "itinerary" for Unnamed Property in Malindi, Kenya, is less "precision-engineered vacation" and more "controlled chaos with a beach view." (And by "controlled," I mean, "loosely suggested, hoping for the best.")
The Malindi Mishap - A (Mostly) Unscheduled Adventure
Day 1: Arrival & Ocean-Induced Euphoria (and slight panic)
- Morning (Maybe? Let's be honest, who wakes up early on vacation?): Touch down at Malindi Airport. Oh, the humidity! Immediate frizzy-hair alert. Found our ride – a beat-up, charmingly ancient Dala Dala (that’s Kenyan for a shared taxi). The driver, a guy named Joseph, blasted some Bongo Flava (Kenyan pop music) the entire way to the property. I swear, I could already feel the tension from the office melting away… or was that just the heat?
- Late Morning/Afternoon: Unpack…ish. More like, "toss clothes into a general pile that vaguely resembles a closet." The Unnamed Property is gorgeous, though! That ocean view… Seriously, breathtaking! The waves are bluer than they look in the photos. It's all immediately, overwhelmingly, happy. Then, the first actual moment of panic: The water pressure in the shower is… well, let's just say praying is involved.
- Afternoon: Beach time! Okay, maybe a little too much sun. Rookie mistake! I'm already contemplating buying about 30 liters of Aloe Vera at the general store. We spent about 4 hours just wading in the ocean, I swear, trying to get our bodies to feel better. The water is warm, and the sand is like powder. There was this group of kids playing soccer, and they kept trying to involve us. It was a total language barrier, but the laughter was universal.
- Evening: Dinner at a beachside kiosk. Fresh grilled seafood. I swear, the prawns were still twitching as they were brought to the table… but they were delicious! This is where the "real" travel begins, right. The world becomes a little simpler, a little more… real. We made friends with the owner of the kiosk and talked about life. The stars are out, the ocean is a gentle lullaby. Everything's perfect… EXCEPT I think I may have stepped on a sea urchin. (Cue frantic Googling of "sea urchin removal")
- Sleep: Passed out, exhausted and slightly terrified that I would get a foot infection, in every sense of the word. Woke up at 3 AM with an itch.
Day 2: The Perfect Beach Day (That Wasn't)
- Morning: Up early, because, ya know, pain is a motivator. Stumbled onto the beach, hoping the sea urchin incident was a fever dream. It wasn't. But the sand was beautiful, and the sunrise? Majestic. Attempted to actually swim today, but my toe was a tender spot.
- Late Morning: Decided to go for a boat ride. The guy, a local fisherman named Salim, was a character. Told us all sorts of stories about the ocean, the fish, and the local gossip. He may also have tried to sell us a suspiciously cheap souvenir octopus.
- Afternoon: Back on shore. Stumbled upon a little market off the beach. This is where the real local life is. I haggled for a hand-carved wooden giraffe (totally worth it), and the vendor, bless his patient heart, taught me a few Swahili phrases. The only one I remembered was "Samahani" (excuse me).
- Evening: Found a bar. The sunsets here are ridiculous, I mean, postcard-worthy. Had a Tusker beer (local brew, highly recommended) and watched the locals play a game of barefoot soccer. The skill involved was… impressive.
- Sleep: Exhausted. More painkillers. But, happy.
Day 3: Inland Adventure & Unexpected Tears (My Fault, Mostly)
- Morning: Decided to go and do a tour of a local farm. It was fascinating to learn about the crops and the local farming practices. So much respect for all those people. The guide was lovely, but he kept calling me "Mama." I don't think I look that old, do I?
- Afternoon: Visited a local orphanage, a totally humbling experience. The kids were amazing, full of life and joy despite their circumstances. I may, or may not, have burst into tears during a rendition of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." It's embarrassing, but honestly, I'm not sorry.
- Evening: Back at the property, where I spent the evening trying to make a fire on the beach. It didn't go well. Ended up ordering takeaway pizza and watching the waves.
- Sleep: Better than I thought.
Day 4: The Slow Burn (and Maybe a Safari?)
- Morning: Sleeping in. Maybe actually sleeping in? That would be marvelous.
- Afternoon: Maybe take a day trip, the safari sounds amazing, but is it worth the money? Talked about it at length.
- Evening: Eating at the best restaurant in the property, ordering far too much food, and laughing until my stomach hurt.
Day 5: Departure (and a promise to return!)
- Morning: Last swim in the ocean, last breakfast, last walk. Seriously, why does time have to fly?
- Afternoon: Back to the airport. Said goodbye to Joseph. A good-by is never a good thing unless you know you're going to say hello again.
Things That Will Definitely Go Wrong (And That's Okay!)
- I'll definitely forget sunscreen, and look like a lobster.
- I will probably sweat through all my clothes within a day.
- I'll get lost at least once.
- I will learn very little Swahili. Very little, but I am determined to keep trying.
- I will embarrass myself. Repeatedly.
- I will fall in love with the place.
Final Thoughts:
This "itinerary" is more suggestion than scripture. Embrace the unexpected. Get lost. Talk to strangers. Let the ocean wash away your worries (and maybe your sea urchin injuries too!). Be open to changing your mind, to getting things wrong, to the messiness of life. And most importantly… don't forget your bug spray.
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Oh, Escape to Paradise... Let's Talk! (Someone Hold My Mango Juice, Please!)
So, what *exactly* is this Escape to Paradise thing? Is it real? 'Cause, you know, online...
Okay, deep breath. Escape to Paradise is... well, it's a property in Malindi, Kenya. It's being sold, and the marketing makes it sound like you're about to buy a tiny slice of heaven. And yes, it's REAL. I, for one, spend way too much time online, and let me tell you, the fear of getting catfished is REAL. But I checked this one out, went through the brochure (which, by the way, is prettier than my wedding album, seriously), and it seems legit. They're selling villas and apartments, all this beachfront-y goodness.
Honestly, I'm STILL a bit shell-shocked. The pictures? Forget about it. Makes my current shoebox apartment in... *coughs*... Des Moines look like a disaster zone. But yeah, real. Go check the website, it'll look even more amazing than I'm describing, I swear.
Beachfront, huh? Is it, like, *actually* beachfront? I've been lied to before... (Curse you, 'Ocean View' condo in Florida!)
Okay, okay, settling down... I get it. The term "beachfront" can be a total scam artist in real estate. "Oh, yeah, you can see the ocean *if* you stand on your tippy-toes and squint through a telescope on a clear day." Yeah, no. That's not beachfront.
From what I gather – and I'm relying on ALL the promotional materials and the sheer desperation I feel for a real vacation – this is *genuinely* beachfront. Like, you walk out of your villa, and BAM! Sand. Water. Palm trees doing that swaying thing. I REALLY, REALLY need this to be true, you guys. I'm talking about actually *hearing* the waves crash right outside your door. That kind of beachfront. I. Need. It. I've seen drone videos, and it looks... well, it looks like Paradise. Don't hold me to it if it's not, though, okay? I'm just the messenger here. And a hopeful one at that.
What kind of properties are we talking about at Escape to Paradise? Are we talking "small shack" or "super-luxe mansion"? Because I'm more of a "slightly less broke" kinda person.
Right, the all-important question: what does this thing *actually* cost? *Gulps* Okay, from what I've seen (and again, don't quote me, because I'm not a real estate agent, just a wide-eyed dreamer), it looks like they have a variety. They're offering everything from apartments to villas. The brochure (that beautiful, taunting brochure) talks about "luxury apartments" and "spacious villas." My guess is, the price tag reflects that. You're probably not going to get away with a steal. This is Malindi, people!
I'm thinking, based on my current budget (which is, admittedly, not amazing) I'm probably looking at the "apartment" option. I'd be happy with a balcony... just *any* balcony. I need somewhere to sip my morning coffee (or... okay, maybe something a little stronger) and get a beautiful vista. Villas are probably a pipe dream at this point. A grand, decadent pipe dream.
Is it a good investment, or is it just... a pretty place to live? I need to convince my *slightly* skeptical significant other.
Ugh, the dreaded "investment" question. Look, I'm not a financial advisor. But I *will* say, if you present this as just a "pretty place to live," prepare for a fight. (Been there, done that, got the passive-aggressive text message.) Real estate, especially in a desirable location like Malindi, *can* be a good investment. The key word is "can." Location, location, location, right? Malindi's hot, it seems. Tourism is a thing. It's *gorgeous*. Think about rental potential if you're not living there full-time.
But here's the honest truth, and the part my significant other always hates: I might secretly be more interested in the "pretty place to live" part. I'm picturing myself on that beach, never answering emails. That's worth a lot to *me*. So, sell the investment, but also, secretly, sell the dream. Play both sides, people. Desperation is a powerful (and potentially successful) motivator.
What's the deal with getting there? Is it easy to get to Malindi? What about visas and all that jazz?
Okay, real talk: I'm not a travel agent. But this is important. Getting to Malindi... seems doable. I've done a tiny bit of research (mostly scrolling through Instagram, let's be honest). You can fly into Malindi Airport (MYD) directly, or you fly into Mombasa (MBA) and then get a ride. I'm leaning towards the direct flight... less potential for travel disasters. Because I *am* a disaster when it comes to airports. I once missed a connecting flight because I got distracted by a pretzel stand.
As for visas... Yeah, you'll need one. Look up the Kenyan visa requirements based on your country. It's a critical step... unless you want to spend a very long time in the airport. I feel your pain on the forms and bureaucracy, but just buckle down and do it, okay? Getting a visa is definitely a hurdle one must jump through if you actually want to live in a coastal paradise! *sigh* I'm already making a list. It just adds to the excitement, really... right?
What amenities, like, REALLY? Do I get a pool? A Starbucks? (Okay, probably not Starbucks, but a girl can dream...)
Alright, let's talk amenities. This is where things get interesting. From those alluring brochures... the developers are promising pools and other luxuries. Spa! Gym! Restaurants on-site! This is the good stuff! I REALLY, REALLY hope it lives up to the hype! I'm picturing myself poolside, reading a good book, with a cocktail...okay, three cocktails. Probably need to start doing crunches again. The whole experience of the place is very important to me, it has to really tickle my fancy!
Starbucks? Okay. Maybe not. But there will be something. I'm clinging to that hope. There has to be good coffee. There HAS to be. Otherwise, what's the point of this entire dream?
Are there any downsides? 'Cause, you know, every paradise has a serpent... or a mosquito. Or a really longHotelish
