Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Swisstouches Nanjing - Your Dream Getaway!
Alright, buckle up. Writing a review for a place with this many features is like trying to herd cats. Let's dive in, shall we? And, because I like to be unpredictable, we’ll start… with the Internet?!
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The Internet – The Almighty Gateway (and sometimes, the Dreaded Slowpoke)
Okay, so, Internet. The bane of my existence and the lifeline of modern civilization, all rolled into one. "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" they boast. And, yes, it’s true! Hallelujah. The Wi-Fi itself was… alright. Not blazing fast, by any means. But functional. Enough to check emails, scroll the 'gram (guilty!), and maybe, maybe, stream a movie if I wasn't also trying to order room service and simultaneously update my travel blog. (That's where I got the "Laptop workspace" and "Internet access – wireless" right?) I definitely didn't try "Internet [LAN]," because, who even has a LAN cable anymore?! (Besides, I'm pretty sure I left all my actual work at home, thankfully.)
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (Like My Mental State on a Tuesday)
First off, shout-out for trying. Seriously, the "Facilities for disabled guests" were actually there, and visible. Elevators were a plus. And the rooms? Well, let's get to that when we talk about the rooms…(hint, it’s a mixed bag.)
On-site restaurants/lounges vs. Wheelchair Accessible - Are they really?
I had to check. Some of the restaurants looked promising from the outside (more on them later), but navigating them with a wheelchair wasn't immediately obvious. I mean, I saw people, but, and here’s the awkward part, I didn't see access clearly, and I didn’t want to interrupt those dinning for a quick review. I really, really hope they are. I need it to be accessible.
Rooms – The Good, the Bad, and the Hair (Mine, Mostly)
Alright, let’s talk rooms. Where to even begin? "Wi-Fi [free]" - check. "Air conditioning" - also, check (thank god). "Blackout curtains" - a must. "Extra long bed" - bless. "Ironing facilities" - fine. "Safe box" - a comfort, if not a practicality. And the "desk" - well, that's where the real work should have happened, but mostly I had a lot of "free bottled water" by my side.
The bathroom, though? That's where things got interesting. First off, "Bathrobes" and "Slippers." Luxurious! But a "Separate shower/bathtub?" Yes, and a "toiletries" array that could stock a small pharmacy. The water pressure was amazing. But the "hair dryer"? (see: "Hair dryer") It was one of those hotel-grade ones that felt like it was blowing air from a dying hamster. I had to check for a "mirror" - yup, there it was.
Also, note: "Alarm clock," "Wake-up service". This is where my "wake-up service" failed, and what resulted was a panic, running to the elevator and rushing to the Lobby just to make my early morning appointment.
Cleanliness and Safety – Are We Safe, Or Just Pretending?
Alright, so – "Anti-viral cleaning products", "Daily disinfection in common areas", "Hand sanitizer" everywhere (thank the heavens). The "Staff trained in safety protocol" seemed… well, they looked trained. Masked up, hand sanitizing religiously. But did I actually SEE them sterilizing equipment? No. Did I expect to? Maybe not. Was I secretly relieved that "Room sanitization opt-out available?" Yes, I was. I opted in for the room cleaning.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – My Personal Everest
Okay, so this is where my personal Everest started. There were so many options. "A la carte in restaurant," "Asian breakfast," "Bar," "Breakfast [buffet]"… It was overwhelming! The "Coffee/tea in restaurant" was a lifesaver, especially after that disastrous wake-up.
The Main Restaurant 😮💨
I'm pretty sure there's a "Vegetarian restaurant", "International cuisine in restaurant," "Western cuisine in restaurant".
The main restaurant? It was a buffet. No, really. The selection was insane. From perfectly flaky croissants to weirdly-colored fruit concoctions. I'm pretty sure there were "Desserts," "Salad in restaurant," and "Soup in restaurant."
The hidden gem: The Poolside Bar
Hidden somewhere in the hotel, but I promise you it exists. I remember that on a hot day, I stopped at the "Poolside bar". The bar was amazing. Definitely a "Happy hour" was going on. They had "Poolside bar" and "Bottle of water", I was living the life.
The Spa – My Happy Place (Maybe)
The "Spa"! Yes, yes, yes. "Massage", "Body scrub," "Body wrap" – all the things I needed, considering the stress of this review! "Sauna", "Steamroom" – you had me at “sauna.” The "Pool with view" was also a big mood. It was absolutely perfect.
Things to do - The Good, The Bad, The Unexpected
"Fitness center", "Gym/fitness", and "Swimming pool [outdoor]" as well as a "Swimming pool" were available. I didn't attempt the "Fitness center", but I saw people working out. I think that's enough, and, there's a "Sauna"!
Overall Impression (The Verdict)
The hotel is a… hotel. It tries very, very hard to be all things to all people. Whether it succeeds totally is another matter. There's a lot of good, a lot of potential, and a whole lot of… moving parts. But if you're looking for a place with everything and the kitchen sink (and probably the "kitchen and tableware items" are "Sanitized"), this could be it. Be prepared to do a little digging and a little exploring, and don’t be afraid to ask questions. You might just have a surprisingly good time.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because this Swissôtel Nanjing travel itinerary is about to get a whole lot less… Swiss-clockwork precise. Prepare for a journey with me, a slightly dishevelled travel companion, into the heart of Nanjing. And trust me, it's going to be a bumpy, amazing, and probably slightly chaotic ride.
The Swissôtel Nanjing: My Temporary, Slightly Pricy, Fortress of Solitude (and Dim Sum Dreams)
Arrival & Initial Panic: Day 1 (aka, "So Many Chopsticks!")
- 14:00: Landed. The glorious, smoggy reality of Nanjing hit me like a wet noodle. Jet lag is a cruel mistress. Found the Swissôtel easily enough, a gleaming tower amongst the slightly dingy sprawl. Check-in? Seamless. Room? Okay, pretty standard, very… Swiss. (I guess that’s the point.) The view? Meh. Cityscape. Looked more like something out of a dystopian novel. Seriously considering moving to a cave.
- 15:00: Unpacked. Or, rather, attempted to unpack. My suitcase exploded its contents across the room. Apparently, packing “light” is a myth I've been telling myself for years.
- 16:00: The quest for sustenance begins. Decided to conquer the hotel’s "Swiss Gourmet" restaurant. Found myself staring blankly at the menu, a glorious tapestry of characters I couldn't decipher. Ordered something… with a picture of a dumpling. Fingers crossed.
- 17:00: The dumpling arrived!! OH. MY. GOD. That was, in fact, the single most delicious thing I have ever consumed. Tiny, juicy bursts of porky heaven. Ate approximately 30. Then I realised I had to remember how to use chopsticks… let's just say the next 10 minutes were a comedy routine fit for a slapstick movie!
- 18:00: Food Coma. Successfully napped…or perhaps fell into a vortex of dim sum-induced euphoria.
- 19:00: Emerged from haze, wandered to the hotel-adjacent shopping mall. Found myself completely lost in a sea of dazzling lights and unfamiliar brands. Bought a ridiculously oversized hat. Regret level: already high.
- 20:00: Back at the hotel. Feeling the beginnings of culture shock, the weight of the long plane ride, and a slight but growing indigestion. Journaled (badly) about the complexities of navigating a foreign culture…and the hat situation.
Day 2: The Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall – A Gut Punch & Dumplings (Again)
- 09:00: Breakfast (more dumplings, naturally). Did I mention they're really good? They are. Got a taxi (a truly wild ride, by the way – Nanjinese drivers are essentially Formula 1 racers) to the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall.
- 10:00: The Memorial Hall. Prepare yourselves. It is a raw, unflinching, soul-crushing experience. The scale of the suffering… the meticulous detail… it’s a punch to the stomach. I spent hours inside. Saw so many people, weeping, and I was there right beside them. I didn't see how anyone could not be profoundly changed by it. It's a difficult, deeply moving experience. I was deeply affected, and needed some time to recover.
- 13:00: Needed a break. Found a small tea shop nearby and downed a cup of jasmine tea, trying to process what I'd seen. The world felt heavy, the city hushed.
- 14:00: More dumplings! Needed comfort food. Found a tiny, hole-in-the-wall dumpling shop. The old lady running it didn't speak a word of English, but we communicated beautifully through smiles and pointing at the menu. These were the best dumplings yet. Simple. Pure. Perfect. (I am starting to think I could live off these things.)
- 15:00: Wandered aimlessly. Nanjing is a city of contrasts. The serenity near the lake, the chaotic traffic, the towering skyscrapers juxtaposed with crumbling brick buildings… it's all so overwhelming.
- 16:00: Went back to my room and stared out the window. Just… stared. Processed.
- 17:00: Journalled. Wrote some pretty pretentious stuff about "the power of memory" and "the weight of history". Probably needed more dumplings.
- 18:00: Ate another dumpling.
- 19:00: Realized I don't think I can write more about these dumplings… I want more dumplings.
Day 3: Confucius Temple & Market Mayhem (and a Near-Disaster with a Rickshaw)
- 09:00: Final breakfast… guess what I had? A whole plate of dumplings!
- 10:00: Explored the area around the Confucius Temple. It's beautiful, all red lanterns and ornate architecture. Touristy, naturally, but in a charming way. Almost bought a ridiculously ornate fan. Almost.
- 11:00: Tried to haggle for a silk scarf in the market. Failed miserably. The vendors are sharks, I tell you! Ended up paying way too much, but the scarf is pretty.
- 12:00: Rickshaw ride! This was a mistake. The guy pedalled like he was trying to win the Tour de France, swerving dangerously through traffic. Nearly died several times. Vowed to walk everywhere from now on.
- 13:00: Lunch. Found a noodle shop. Noodles are… good. Not dumpling-level good, but good.
- 14:00: Back to the hotel. Exhausted. The Rickshaw incident took years off my life.
- 15:00: Last dumpling craving satisfied! I am starting to wonder if I could bring some back home…
- 16:00: Packing. Trying to cram all my purchases (and, inexplicably, the hotel slippers) into my suitcase.
- 17:00: Final, slightly pathetic, view from the window. Nanjing, you were… intense. Beautiful. Confusing. And full of dumplings.
Departure: Day 4 (The Longing)
- 07:00: Final dumpling farewell!
- 08:00: Check out. Said a silent (and slightly emotional) goodbye to my room.
- 09:00: Taxi to the airport. Reflecting on my trip… I'm exhausted, a little sad to leave, and already craving another dumpling.
The Takeaway:
Nanjing isn't for the faint of heart. It's a city that hits you hard, challenges you, and leaves you with a whole heap of emotions to untangle. The Swissôtel was a comfy base, but it's the experiences outside those walls that truly matter. The dumplings, though… they will haunt my dreams…
PS. I did not buy the hat. I wear it. And I am still not sure if it was a good decision.
Escape to Paradise: La Roca Guest House, Nelspruit
So, what *exactly* is this whole "Existential Whirlwind of Doing Stuff" thing? I'm already exhausted!
Okay, okay, deep breaths. Think of it as a catch-all for … everything. The little annoyances, the massive triumphs, the sheer *weirdness* of being alive. Like, remember that time you tried to bake a cake and it exploded? Yeah, that's in there. Or that moment you realized you have absolutely *no* clue what you're doing, and it's somehow both terrifying and hilarious? Bingo. It's basically life's highlight reel… and its blooper real. No judgment, just… *gestures vaguely* the whole shebang.
But... why? Why are we even doing this?! What's the *point*?
Ugh, the big questions, huh? Look, I'm not sure *anyone* knows the actual point. Maybe there isn't one! (Deep breath again, gotta be honest). I mean, I've spent hours staring at the ceiling contemplating this very thing. Honestly? I think the point is the *doing*. Fumbling through, screwing up, laughing about it later. Just… keep moving forward. Even if it's just to the fridge for another snack. Honestly, that's a pretty good point in and of itself.
Okay, okay. But, seriously, what's the *structure*? What are we even *talking* about?
Ha! Structure? You think there's a *structure*? Honey, this is the anti-structure. We're going with flow. We might talk about the time I accidentally set a microwave on fire (true story, involving popcorn and a very bad day). We might dive into the utter existential dread of choosing what to order for takeout. We could wax poetic about the sheer joy of a perfectly timed sneeze. The possibilities are… well, they're endless and terrifying. But mostly endless.
You mentioned a fire. Is this safe? Am I in danger?
Depends. Are you prone to spontaneous combustion? If so, maybe sit this one out. Otherwise, no. You're probably not in physical danger. Psychologically? Oh, that's another story. We might delve into some dark corners of the human experience. But hey, that's where the good stories are, right? Anyway, about the fire… It was traumatic! The smell of burnt plastic... it still haunts me, to this day. My significant other just stood there, mouth agape. I swear, I think they were *impressed.*
Do you have any good advice? Like, how do I navigate life?
Advice? Oh, pal. I’m the last person you should ask. Seriously. My advice is usually something along the lines of "Don't do what I do." But, if you *insist*, here's the distilled wisdom of someone who's stumbled through life more than walked:
- Embrace the chaos. Really. It's inevitable. The sooner you accept it, the better.
- Laugh. A lot. Even when things are falling apart. Especially then. It keeps you sane.
- Don't be afraid to make a fool of yourself. Seriously. It's liberating. And you get some great stories.
- Eat the cake. Even if you're on a diet. Life's too short for denying yourself joy. Unless the cake is on fire. Avoid that cake.
- And finally, remember that everyone's winging it. *Everyone*. We're all just pretending we know what we're doing.
What if I'm feeling completely overwhelmed? Like, drowning in responsibilities and anxieties?
Oh, honey, I *get* it. The weight of the world, the constant pressure, the sheer *exhaustion* of just existing? That's a very real thing. First, take a deep breath. (See? I'm full of helpful wisdom!) Then, find one small thing. One tiny, manageable task. Maybe just wash a dish. Or drink a glass of water. Something to give you a sense of accomplishment. And then, if you can, talk to someone. A friend, a therapist, a pet (they're great listeners, right?). Don't suffer in silence. Because honestly, it’s just not worth it. And if all fails, there's always cat videos. They always help. Even if only for a little while.
You keep talking about these 'bad days'. How often do you actually have them?
Look, the *good* days? Those are like finding a unicorn. Rare, magical, and probably a hallucination after too much caffeine. I wouldn't say I have *bad* days on the regular, BUT... there are definitely days where I want to hide under the covers and pretend the world is a giant snooze button. And then there are days where I *do* set things on fire. It's usually on one day a week or two… or if there's that weird, full moon. One thing that can really put me over the edge is… laundry!
Okay, last question. What's the absolute BEST thing about... well, everything?
The absolute BEST thing? Oh, that's easy. The sheer, unadulterated *weirdness* of it all. The unpredictability. The moments of joy and connection that sneak up on you when you least expect them. The ability to learn, to grow, to adapt (mostly; I'm still working on the whole "not setting things on fire" thing). And, of course… the possibility of finding a really good sandwich. Because life? It's a giant sandwich, filled with all sorts of bizarre ingredients. And sometimes… it's delicious. And sometimes, it's a bit messy. And that's okay. That’s what makes it so freaking exciting. Now, excuse me. I'm suddenly craving a sandwich. And maybe a nap.
