Bogotá's Hidden Gem: 122 Plaza Apartahotel - Unbelievable Views!
Bogotá's Hidden Gem: 122 Plaza Apartahotel - Unbelievable Views! - A Review That's Actually Real (And a Little Messy)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to tell you about my experience at 122 Plaza Apartahotel in Bogotá. And let me tell you, it wasn't your average, predictable hotel stay. It was… well, it was experience. And I'm still sorting through the emotional aftermath.
First Impressions (or, the Pre-Adventure Anxiety)
Let's be honest, arriving in a new city is always a bit of a hot mess. Especially Bogotá. Between the altitude, the traffic, and my general tendency to lose things, I was a nervous wreck. Thankfully, the airport transfer they offer was a lifesaver. Smooth sailing, and thank goodness for it. That first glimpse of the hotel? Gorgeous. Okay, maybe not gorgeous, but definitely pretty from afar. My brain told me to check out the view, but I was more focused on avoiding eye contact with the driver.
Accessibility (or, My Constant Fear of Tripping)
Accessibility is HUGE for me, and I have to say 122 Plaza really nails it, and made me less anxious, despite the rocky start. The elevator was my best friend, because stairs are the enemy, you know? The whole place is pretty accessible which is awesome, because I was expecting the worst. All of the common areas were easy to navigate, and the staff were really helpful.
Rooms: Views to Die For (Seriously. Maybe Just a Little)
Here's the thing, those "unbelievable views" they advertise? They're not exaggerating. My room? Oh, god, the room. I stared out the window for a good hour just… breathing. The city sprawling below, the mountains in the distance… My jaw actually hurt from smiling. The high floor certainly helped. And no, they didn’t say it, but I was pretty sure they were the best rooms, too, with the most amazing views out of the available non-smoking rooms.
- Details, details: My room was a non-smoking suite, with a private bathroom and was big. Oh yes, air conditioning was a life-saver for sure, and the free Wi-Fi was fantastic which was super helpful with my need for internet. The desk was a nice touch, but no, I didn't use it. I was too busy staring at the view. The coffee/tea maker was a godsend for my caffeine addiction, and having a refrigerator to keep the juice cold was essential.
Cleanliness, Safety & That Whole Pandemic Thing…
Okay, let's get serious. Covid's not a joke. And let me tell you, 122 Plaza takes it seriously too. The staff is trained in safety protocol, and there are hand sanitizers everywhere. The daily disinfection in common areas was reassuring, and the rooms sanitized between stays made me feel more secure. I’m pretty sure I saw a sterilizing equipment as well, so. They really do their best. They offer an anti-viral cleaning product as well, which I can respect.
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: Fuel for Adventure (and Existential Crises)
Breakfast. The most important meal of the day, right? Well, the breakfast [buffet] was good. Not life-changing, but perfectly serviceable. There was plenty of coffee, and I could choose between the Western breakfast and the Asian breakfast. I tried both. The restaurants themselves, which offered A la carte in restaurant. The bar was also pretty good, and I availed myself of the happy hour more than once. And the poolside bar was the perfect spot to watch the sun set over those ahem unbelievable views.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Day Dreams
Okay, so I'm not usually a 'spa person', But, the spa, equipped with a pool with a view, the sauna, and the steam room, were tempting. They also offered a massage, and that did the trick. I also looked at the gym/fitness but I’m pretty sure I’m still recovering from the massage!
Services and Conveniences: Because "Life Happens"
They've got a concierge who can help with anything. Need my laundry done? Done. Need a taxi service? Done. Need to find the best empanadas in the city? Also done. The daily housekeeping kept my room tidy, although I'm pretty sure I made a new mess every five minutes. I loved having the elevator, for access to the indoor venue for special events, and made good use of the luggage storage so I could roam around the city weightlessly. I didn't get to attend any meetings, but I could see how they would be useful if you were in town for a seminar.
The Downsides (Because Nothing's Perfect, Duh)
Okay, here's where I get brutally honest. My room didn't have the extra power sockets I needed (darn you, digital nomad life!), but it was a relatively minor inconvenience. Also, a few times, the Wi-Fi was a bit dodgy, but nothing I couldn't fix by giving it a few minutes (and maybe some stern words).
The "Unbelievable Views" Anecdote (That Made Me Question Everything)
Okay, deep breath. One evening, I was sitting on my balcony at sunset. Seriously, the sun was painting the sky in these insane colors. And for a moment, I just… felt. Like, truly felt. The city below me, the mountains, the air… It was like being plugged into the universe, and I'm pretty sure I had an existential crisis. Is this what life is about? Is every moment a masterpiece? I don't know. But I do know that I'll never forget that view.
Now, The Stream of Consciousness: What Did They Miss?
I would have loved some more Colombian food, and more specifically, arepas. Oh, and I noticed they have car park [free of charge], car park [on-site], so that's another bonus. Perhaps a slightly better selection of snacks. Maybe a pet-friendly option, though that would be a disaster, I'm absolutely sure.
The Verdict?: Book It, You Crazy Kids!
So, would I recommend 122 Plaza Apartahotel? Absolutely, without a doubt. Despite the occasional hiccup, my stay was fantastic. The staff are friendly, the location is great, and those views… those views will stay with me forever.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't gonna be your typical "perfectly planned" itinerary. We're heading to Bogota, Colombia, and I'm letting my chaotic soul guide the way. We're starting at the 122 Plaza Apartahotel – fingers crossed it actually lives up to the photos. My travel style? Part adventurer, part scaredy-cat, all fueled by copious amounts of coffee and the sheer panic of missing out. Let’s do this!
Bogota Bonanza: A Totally Unofficial, Potentially Disastrous, But Definitely Memorable Itinerary
Day 1: Landing and… Uh… Surviving?
- Morning (7:00 AM – 10:00 AM): Arrive at El Dorado International Airport (BOG). Okay, first hurdle: getting through customs and not looking like a total tourist who's about to get scammed. I swear, the anxiety of it all always hits me first thing. Found the driver I pre-booked? Awesome. Got to the 122 Plaza? Double awesome. Check-in, pray the room isn't a moldy dungeon, and immediately collapse on the bed. (Okay, maybe after a quick coffee and a desperate Google search for "bogota safest areas.")
- (10:00 AM - 12:00 AM): Settle into the apartment, unpack. Do you really need all of those outfits? Probably not, but what if there's a gala? The internal conflict is real.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Lunch! Okay, so I intended to be all adventurous and find some authentic ajiaco (Bogota's famous chicken and potato soup), but the jet lag kicked in HARD. Wound up grabbing something close to the apartment; Probably a burger, a quick google search said the place looked "fine". Now I need nap.
- Evening (4:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Attempt to venture out. This is where the real drama begins. I've heard the Zona Rosa is pretty safe at night, so I'm aiming for that. Wish me luck. Dinner somewhere, maybe something super delicious (the goal, at least), and then… well, we'll see how brave I feel. I'm already picturing myself huddled in the hotel lobby with a book and a giant bottle of water.
- Night (8:00 PM Onward): I survived and I'm back on the hotel.
Day 2: Culture Shock and Arepas Dreams
- Morning (8:00 AM - 10:00 AM): Okay, I actually woke up feeling semi-human today. Breakfast at the hotel, hopefully something that doesn’t involve questionable sausage. Today: I'm determined to become cultured!
- Late Morning/Afternoon (10:00 AM - 2:00 PM): La Candelaria Historic District. This is where the real beauty (and potential chaos) awaits. Cobblestone streets, colorful buildings, graffiti art… and probably a lot of wandering and getting lost. I’m aiming for the Museo del Oro (Gold Museum), though I'm also mentally preparing for crowds. I'm easily overwhelmed, so if it gets too much, back to the apartment for a breather.
- Lunch (2:00 PM - 3:00 PM): Arepas. I must eat them. I've read about the various fillings… cheese, eggs, meat… The possibilities spin my head. Find a little street vendor or a cute restaurant and indulge. Potential for a major food coma. Embrace it.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM - 6:00 PM): A walk through La Candelaria again. I missed something. I will try to visit a church. Pray for my safety.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Dinner somewhere new, maybe trying some of the local fruit juices. Learn how to use public transport.
- Night (8:00 PM Onward): A relaxing evening. I'll try not to stay up too late, gotta conserve energy for the next day.
Day 3: Of Mountains and Markets (Maybe)
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 AM): Cerro de Monserrate. This is the big one, people. Hike or cable car? The debate rages within me. The views are supposed to be incredible, but the height… I'm not great with heights. Maybe I'll psych myself up with inspirational travel quotes.
- Lunch (12:00 PM - 1:00 PM): Whatever I can scrounge up. Something quick and easy. I need to recover from the mountain ordeal.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Paloquemao Market. This is the other big one. The aromas, the colors, the sheer chaos of a traditional market. I'm excited, but also… slightly terrified. I will practice saying "no" in Spanish. Buy souvenirs!
- Evening (4:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Attempt to find a place that sells great empanadas. Review: how did my Spanish improve?
- Night (8:00 PM Onward): Last night. Pack some bag, and attempt to get a good night's sleep.
Day 4: Farewell (For Now!)
- Morning (7:00 AM - 9:00 AM): Last breakfast. One last arepa? Absolutely. Make that two. Double down.
- Morning (9:00 AM - 11:00 AM): Check out of the hotel and head to the airport. Did I buy enough souvenirs? Did I try enough food? Did I look ridiculous most of the time? Probably. Did I have an amazing time? Definitely.
- (11:00 AM - 1:00 PM): Fly out.
This is a loose framework, folks. My mood, the jet lag, the weather, and the general unpredictability of life will undoubtedly throw a wrench into these plans. But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? Embrace the mess, the unexpected moments, the delicious food, and the sheer bewilderment of it all. Bogota, here I come! Wish me luck (and maybe send chocolate). I will be more than happy to give an update.
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So, what even *is* this thing? (Don't judge, I'm new)
Alright, alright, deep breaths. 'This thing' is… well, it's meant to be an FAQ. But my brain decided to take a detour through a swamp of relatable feelings and questionable life choices. Basically, you ask a question, and I… *attempt* to answer. Often with rambling, tangents, and the occasional existential crisis sprinkled in. Think of it like a choose-your-own-adventure book, but instead of dragons, you're facing my inner anxieties. No promises of getting the information you were expecting. I got here and now I am in.
Why are you doing this? Isn't there, like, a more efficient way to answer these questions?
Ooh, good question. The short answer? Boredom. The *slightly* less short, and more honest answer? I was asked to. And I thought it might be… fun? Also, maybe, just maybe, by sifting through these things, I might learn something about myself. But yeah, efficiency? Not my strong suit. My life is a masterclass in inefficiency. Like that time I spent three hours looking for my keys, only to find them in the fridge. I swear I was having an emotional moment. The point is: this might take a while. Grab a snack.
Are you an expert on anything?
Expert? Buddy, the only thing I'm an expert in is overthinking. And possibly embarrassing myself. Let's just say I'm… a student of the human experience. Or, at least, a *very* enthusiastic observer. That time I accidentally set the microwave on fire while trying to make popcorn? Definitely learned a thing or two about the thermal properties of kernels that day. So, no. No real expertise, but I have stories!
What's the deal with… things?
Ah, the age-old question. "What's the deal with… things?" It's a deep one. And honestly? I wish I knew. Life, the universe, everything... a big ol' mystery. Here's what I *do* know: Things tend to go wrong. And sometimes, that's hilarious. Like the time I tried to parallel park and ended up wedged between two SUVs at a 45-degree angle. People were staring. I just got out and started walking away. Embrace the chaos, I guess. That's my motto.
Okay, okay, but what ABOUT... (Insert Specific Topic Here – Let's say "Cooking")
Cooking, huh? Ah, the kitchen. My natural habitat… for causing minor disasters. Okay, let me tell you about the time I tried to make a soufflé. It seemed simple enough. Eggs, butter, flour. The *basics*. Followed all the instructions, meticulously. Whipped those egg whites until they stood at attention. Baked it at the perfect temperature. Proud as a peacock, I was. Then… *poof*. It deflated. Like a sad, eggy balloon. I sat on the floor. I stared at it, and thought, *why?* My apartment filled with the scent of burnt sugar. It was a beautiful, albeit painful, metaphor for life. So, about cooking? I can tell you how *not* to do it. But I'm not sure I have any actual useful advice.
Do you have any advice for… (Insert Another Specific Topic – Let's say "Relationships")
Relationships, huh? Oh *man*. Buckle up, buttercup. Let's just say I've been around the block a few times. And I've got the emotional scars to prove it. My advice? Find someone who makes you laugh. And someone who doesn't mind your weird quirks. Because we all got 'em. I had a thing for wearing mismatched socks for a while. Still do, actually. My last relationship? Well, let's just say we ended up on… different paths. It was devastating at the time. Now I see it for what it was, an exercise in learning. You'll probably mess up. You'll probably hurt someone. And you'll probably get hurt yourself. But that's the messy, beautiful, heartbreaking, utterly human reality of it all. Just try to learn something from it. And maybe, just maybe, get some good stories out of it.
What's your favorite… (Anything! Food? Color? Band?)
Ooh, this is a tough one! I have so many… things! But if I had to pick one? Hmm. Lately, it's coffee. Coffee is my everything. The smell alone! The perfect way to start the day, to keep going, and to wallow when things have gone south. Color? Probably the shade of blue of an overcast sky right before a storm. Moody and beautiful. Band? The band I'm really loving right now is (insert real of fictional band name here), It gets me through everything. I'm probably the only one who's into them, but whatever. (Insert a quick, passionate defense of said band here, complete with a personal anecdote about how their music saved your life). See? Mess. That's how it goes!
If you could give one piece of advice… what would it be?
One piece of advice, huh? Okay, okay. Here it is. Don't take yourself too seriously. Seriously! The world is a chaotic, absurd, ridiculously funny place. Embrace the awkward moments. Learn from your mistakes. And don't be afraid to laugh at yourself. If you can do that, you'll be alright. You'll be just fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go pour myself another cup of coffee. And maybe… contemplate the meaning of life. Or just stare blankly at my wall. It's a toss-up, really.
