Sydney's HOTTEST Beach House: Stoke's Unbelievable Views!
Okay, buckle up, because this is going to be less a review and more of a rambling, possibly caffeine-fueled diary entry about my recent stay. Let's get this show on the road, shall we? I'm talking about a place… well, I'm not going to name names yet, but you'll get the vibe. Prepare yourself for some serious rambling.
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The Arrival (and the First Hiccup)
So, I booked this place, figuring, "Treat yo' self!" You know? Needed a break. And… it started well. The Airport transfer was smooth. Okay, almost smooth. The driver… let's just say he had a very particular taste in polka music. It blasted from the speakers the entire ride. I swear, I could feel my soul slowly disintegrating with each "oom-pah-pah."
The arrival itself was pretty grand. Doorman – check. Luggage storage – check. Check-in/out [express] – also, check! Though I'm not sure how "express" it was when I spent five minutes fumbling for my phone to pull up the digital check-in confirmation. My bad, I should have printed it. The Front desk [24-hour] staff were efficient, if not exactly overflowing with warmth. But hey, I get it. Long days.
Accessibility – The Good, the Bad, and the Polka-fied Uber Driver… er, I mean, the Reality
Let's talk about what really matters, right? Accessibility. This is a big one for me. Wheelchair accessible? Yes, mostly! The lobby was a breeze, and the Elevator worked perfectly, which is ALWAYS a win. My room was spacious, with a Facilities for disabled guests. The bathroom was well-designed, although the shower, while big, didn’t have a handheld option, which is a minor but annoying flaw.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Okay, this is where things got… less clear. The main restaurant seemed accessible, but maneuvering around the tightly packed tables felt a bit like an obstacle course. I saw a couple of families struggled. I'd advise phoning in advance to reserve a table in clear access.
Rooms: The Fortress of Comfort (Mostly)
My room? Air conditioning was ice cold, which was a total godsend in the July heat. Wi-Fi [free] and it was good, everywhere. Seriously, a massive tick for that. Internet access – wireless, Internet access – LAN, there was no shortage of options. Didn’t connect a cable but loved the option anyway. The Blackout curtains were a game-changer. Slept like a log.
Okay, tiny whinge: While the Daily housekeeping was excellent, the Room sanitization opt-out available wasn’t clearly communicated, and I kind of wish I'd known the options better to be safe. Also, the Laptop workspace was… adequate. Definitely not designed for serious power users. Though again, this is me nitpicking.
Dining: A Feast (and a few Fumbles)
The Breakfast [buffet] was… overwhelming. In a good way, mostly. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast – it was all there. The coffee situation was a little chaotic. The Coffee/tea in restaurant service was fine, but if you weren't fast enough, it ran out. Buffet in restaurant - very convenient. The service was a little slow.
The Restaurants? Let's break it down. The main one, as I mentioned, was okay but felt a little claustrophobic. The A la carte in restaurant options were tempting, and the food was pretty damn good. I am a salad fiend, so I always order Salad in restaurant. Absolutely perfect. The Desserts in restaurant? Dangerous. I'm still regretting that chocolate mousse. Bar: fantastic and the staff fantastic!
COVID-19 Stuff: The "New Normal"
Okay, this is the elephant in the room, right? How did they do with that COVID-19 stuff? Overall, they seemed to take it seriously.
- Hand sanitizer everywhere, seriously everywhere.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items.
- Staff trained in the safety protocol.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter.
- Rooms sanitized between stays.
- Daily disinfection in common areas.
- Cashless payment service.
- Individually-wrapped food options at the breakfast.
- The dining experience felt safe, and the tables were spaced out well.
- Room sanitization opt-out available. (though they should advertise it more)
I have no idea what they were selling, but they had Anti-viral cleaning products.
They made a proper effort, all things considered, though the signage could have used a bit more oomph. And I saw one guest (a Karen, naturally) loudly complaining about having to wait for her table. Sigh.
Spa & Relaxation – My Happy Place
This is where things got good, really good. The Spa/sauna? Heaven. I spent a solid hour in the Sauna, sweating out whatever sins I'd committed that day. The Steamroom? Equally amazing. The Pool with view was stunning (though, I do hear they have a better one at a rival hotel). Yes, I got a Massage, and it was glorious. This is what I came for. A place for Body scrub. A place for Body wrap. A place for pure bliss.
Fitness Center, and the things I did NOT do
I thought about using the Fitness center, but the lure of the poolside bar was just too strong. It looked well-equipped. But I just couldn't bring myself to go. I am a creature of habit.
Services & Conveniences: A Mixed Bag
Daily housekeeping? Excellent. Dry cleaning, ironing service, all that jazz? Yep. Concierge? Helpful, but a little slow on occasion. And the Convenience store was a godsend for late-night snack cravings. Doorman always helpful.
Things I Did Not Use (but are still worth mentioning)
- Babysitting service. (Thank god)
- Meeting/banquet facilities. (Thank god)
- Shrine. (Never)
- Car power charging station. (I don't have a car)
The Kids
I'm not a kid person, but there were a lot of them there. Family/child friendly? Yes. Kids meal available. I saw some happy faces.
The Bottom Line (and the Name Reveal!)
So, would I go back? Yes. I'd definitely consider staying again at the [NAME OF HOTEL], especially for the spa. It wasn't perfect, no hotel ever is. The accessibility was good, if not perfect. The location was fantastic. the service, while not always lightning-fast, was always earnest. And let's be honest, that spa! The fact that I could Wake-up service and eat a Breakfast takeaway service was amazing. Was it worth the price tag? Mostly.
Would I recommend it? Yes, absolutely - especially if you're looking for a relaxing getaway with good access and a killer spa. Just, maybe, pack some earplugs, just in case you get that polka-loving driver again!
P.S. Oh yeah, the name? It's called the [NAME OF HOTEL]. Just in case you were wondering 😉!
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Alright, alright, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to get a REAL itinerary. Forget those picture-perfect travel brochures, this is the raw, unfiltered Stoke Beach House experience in Sydney, Australia. Prepare for a rollercoaster, because honestly, that's how the trip is actually going to feel, right?
Stoke Beach House: Sydney, Australia - Diary of a Disaster (and Hopefully Some Fun)
(Day 1: Arrival and the Great Bondi Beach Debacle)
- 7:00 AM: Wake Up (or More Like, Drag Myself Out of Bed). Flight was a nightmare, and I swear I saw a toddler wielding a half-eaten bag of pretzels as a weapon the whole time. Jet lag? Already. Coffee? STAT. Thankfully, there's a decent Nespresso machine at the Stoke Beach House, thank GOD.
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast Scramble. The fridge at Stoke is stocked, but let's be honest, my cooking skills peak at "cereal with milk." Ended up burning the toast (as per usual). Gave up and just grabbed a banana. Fuel for the adventure, right?
- 9:00 AM: Bondi Beach Bound (aka, the Epic Bus Fail). Okay, so public transport in a new city? Always a gamble, especially when you're exhausted. Took the bus. Got on the wrong bus first. Ended up on a scenic tour of… well, somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. Finally made it to Bondi. Bondi Beach. It's… beachy. Lots of sand. People. Sun. Feeling a little overwhelmed, ngl.
- 10:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Bondi Beach Bliss (and the Rookie Mistake). So, I decide to be a "cool travel person" and hit the waves. I'm not a surfer, never touched a surfboard in my life. That's when it happened - the humiliation of wiping out every two seconds. Oh my god the waves are relentless. I spent more time face-planting than actually surfing. I swallowed about a gallon of saltwater. My dignity? Gone.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch - Fish and Chips (and Regret). Bondi is all about fish and chips and some place I tried was terrible! The chips were soggy, the fish was… well, let's just say I felt a wave of regret wash over me (pun intended). Maybe should have given that food review app a shot.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Walk the Bondi to Coogee Coastal Trail (or, the Walk of Shame). Okay, maybe I won't be a surfer. This walk is beautiful though, as I have to admit. The views! The sunshine! The reminder that I'm still wearing, dripping wet, the swimsuit I wore in the surfing session…
- 3:00 PM: Stoke Beach House Rest Needed to go home, now!
- 6:00 PM: Dinner - Pizza (and a Realization). Pizza! Thank God for pizza. And maybe, just maybe, I realized that this trip isn't about ticking off boxes. It's about embracing the mess, the fails, the unexpected. And that's when I decided, I'm going to just chill, drink a wine and take a break and not worry about tomorrow.
(Day 2: Exploring, and Being the Tourist, is a Good Thing)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast Round 2 Toast still burnt, but the coffee is strong. I actually ordered from a place that delivers in the house.
- 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Sydney Harbor (and the Opera House Overload). Today is tourist-y day! Ferry to Circular Quay. The Opera House? Seriously, it's iconic, beautiful, everything. I was starting to feel like I was actually a tourist.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at The Rocks. Historic district, cute cafes, and I got a delicious burger. Starting to enjoy myself, I think.
- 1:00 PM: Museum Time - The Art Gallery of NSW. Did I do this because it was close? Maybe. Did I enjoy it? Yes! Sometimes, you just gotta embrace the art and be cool.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Stroll through the Royal Botanic Garden. A perfect place to get lost in and reflect.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner - Trying Outback Steakhouse. I'm from the USA!
(Day 3: The Final Day
- 8:00 AM: Last Breakfast at Stoke.
- 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Manly Beach. Ferry to Manly today. It's calmer than Bondi. Found a little park, and I liked it.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch at Manly.
- 2:00 PM: Back to Stoke.
- 3:00 PM: Departure.
Final Thoughts:
So, was it perfect? Hell no. Did everything go according to plan? Absolutely not. Did I embarrass myself? Probably. But did I have an adventure, and get a little bit of sun? Definitely. And isn't that what it's all about? It's about letting go of the "perfect" and embracing the glorious mess of life. Now, where can I get another coffee?
Rosie's Fleurieu Peninsula Adventure: Uncover Hidden Gems!
So, like, what *is* this "thing" even about? You know, the whole *point*?
Ugh, okay, where to *begin*? Trying to nail it down feels like trying to catch smoke. (And I’ve tried that. Don't ask.) Basically, it's about… well, *life*. Or, maybe more accurately, about *my* life. Or *some* of it, at least the parts I feel like sharing before I get a restraining order against my own thoughts. It's a mishmash, a hodgepodge, a glorious, glorious mess. Consider it less a definitive guide, and more a chaotic, rambling tour through... me. You've been warned.
Is this supposed to be, like, a *blog*? A journal? A... what even *is* this monstrosity?
Look, labels are for grocery stores, not for my emotionally unstable brain. It's *sort of* like a journal, but with the added benefit of an audience (which, let’s be honest, is probably just my cat). It's *sort of* like a blog, if blogs were written by someone who forgets what they were talking about mid-sentence. Basically, it's a digital dump truck of my unfiltered thoughts, experiences, and the occasional existential crisis. Prepare yourself. You’re welcome. And also, I’m sorry.
Okay, okay, I get it. But *why*? Like, why are you doing this? Are you trying to be famous? Influential? Are you seeking validation from faceless internet strangers?
*Sigh*. The truth? Mostly boredom, a slight addiction to typing, and the desperate need to make *some* sense of the swirling chaos inside my head. And, yeah, maybe a *tiny* bit of validation. Don't judge me! We all crave a little sunshine. Okay, maybe a lot of sunshine. I started this mostly because I was *bored* and thought it would be fun. Then it became an addiction... Then it got slightly out of control. Now? Now it feels like therapy, except I'm the therapist *and* the patient. It's cheaper than a shrink, right? ...Right?
What are your favorite things? The things that make you, you?
Okay, buckle up for this rollercoaster! Coffee (a *must*), bad puns (I’m a sucker for a good groan), my cat, Mittens (don’t tell her I said she was “good”), books that make me ugly-cry in public, and the feeling of finally, *finally* finishing a really long project (like this one!). Oh, and pizza. Definitely pizza. And the sweet, sweet smell of rain on hot pavement. Oh, and the quietest part of the day where the sunlight hits your face just right - I cherish those moments. Ugh, I love so many things. It's a problem.
What about the stuff *you don't* like? Got any pet peeves?
Oh, *man*, do I. People who chew with their mouths open. Slow walkers. The sound of styrofoam. When the grocery store is out of my favorite ice cream flavor. Oh, and when someone makes a suggestion for dinner and then hates every suggestion. It gets me heated, you know? Basically, anything that interrupts my chill. Also, hypocrisy. And people who constantly have to be right. And... okay, I'm starting to sound like a grumpy old cat. But seriously, those open-mouth chewers... *shudders*.
What's the best advice you've ever received?
This is a tough one! I've gotten so much advice… most of which I promptly ignored (sorry, Mom!). But there was one little gem from my grandma, just before she passed. She looked at me, her hand trembling, and said, "Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life.” She said this while holding my hand. It's kind of cliche. But it's stuck with me more than anything. Because, you know, she was right. Everyone's got an opinion. And honestly, I’m still trying to live by it.
Okay, you're a hot mess. How do you handle your... messiness?
Ah, the million-dollar question! Honestly? Badly. Very, very badly. I stumble a lot. I forget things. I say stupid things. I once locked myself out of my own house wearing *nothing but a towel*. (My neighbor, bless his heart, just smiled and pretended not to notice). But really, I cope with my chaos with copious amounts of coffee, humor (dark or otherwise), and a healthy dose of self-deprecation. Oh, and a fantastic therapist. I'm kidding! (Mostly.) Seriously, I'm working on accepting my flaws. It's a long game, folks. Don't expect any miracles.
What are some of your *worst* moments? The ones you cringe over in the middle of the night?
Oh god, where do I even *begin*? Okay, here's one: that time I accidentally super-glued my hand to a coffee table. It was during a particularly stressful DIY project. I was trying to assemble a shelf, my brain was fried, and BAM! Instant hand-to-furniture connection. My cat watched with utter judgement. I spent a solid hour, meticulously picking at the glue with a butter knife while yelling at myself. My skin *still* hurts from that experience. And then there was that time I, after too many margaritas, told my boss his toupee was a "thing of beauty." He didn't agree. He said I was fired. I would love to say that the hand-to-table glue incident was worse but the firing incident takes the cake.
What are you most proud of? What are your achievements?
This is where things get tricky. Big accomplishments? I completed a half-marathon once, which nearly killed me. And I survived it! (Note: Don't ask me about my time). Graduating college was also pretty cool, even with the crippling anxiety and all-nighters fueled by instant noodles. But you know what? I'm most proud of the small victories. The daysFind That Hotel
