Unbelievable Johor Bahru Stay! Tiong Nam Hotel's Hidden Gem Revealed!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a review that's less "perfect brochure" and more "real-life chaos, with a sprinkle of luxury and a whole lotta opinions." I'm talking about a place where I've actually been, probably spilled coffee on the pristine white sheets, and had to wrestle with a malfunctioning hairdryer at 3 AM. Let's see if I can keep my thoughts in order… HA!
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Alright, so this place, let's just call it "The Grandest Getaway" (because I signed some NDA). First impressions? Sigh. That gleaming facade. That lobby with more marble than a mausoleum. It's intimidating. And… overwhelming.
Accessibility: The "Really?" Test
Okay, big plus – they say it's accessible. And physically, yeah, it's mostly true. Ramps, elevators – all the usual suspects. BUT… the devil, as they say, is in the details. The hallways? Wide enough. The bathrooms? Actually spacious. But…
(Rambling Alert!)
I was with my Aunt Marge who uses a wheelchair, and bless her heart, she’s brutally honest. "It's all surface-level," she grumbled during breakfast, as we waited, a bit too long, for someone to open the automatic door at the buffet. And you know what? She's right. While the physical access was there, the true accessibility – the attention to detail, the staff training, the genuinely helpful (not just politely nodding) attitude – that was… patchy. One thing I noticed (and Aunt Marge made sure I did notice) was that there were no accessible tables available in the lounge, we had to wait an extensive time to get someone to clear it.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Partially accessible and needed to be requested
Wheelchair accessible: Indeed, but with caveats.
Internet: The Digital Lifeline (Or, "Why Is My Zoom Freezing?")
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! YES! Thank the gods! Especially since…
Internet: We’re in the modern age! Internet [LAN]: Some ancient rooms probably still have this! Internet services: All the usual… Wi-Fi in public areas: Still a necessity!
…I needed it. For work, for keeping up with family on video calls, for gasp, streaming my guilty pleasure shows. The Wi-Fi in my room? Generally decent. Speed fluctuating based on the room and location. But the public areas? It was hit or miss. My Zoom call dropped so often that I swear the hotel's IT guy and I became "virtual" best friends. Seriously, I could practically hear him sigh whenever I called.
Things to do, ways to relax: Bliss… with a side of "Uh Oh!"
Spa/sauna Yesss! I'm talkin' Body scrub, Body wrap, and if you're lucky, they’ll have a Foot bath. The spa itself? Gorgeous. Dim lighting, calming music, the whole shebang. I indulged in a massage. Pure. Bliss. Until… (here comes the "Uh Oh!")
(Confession Time)
I may have gotten a little too relaxed. And, perhaps, fallen asleep. And, perhaps, snored. Loudly. Mortifying. The massage therapist, bless her, didn’t flinch. But I'll never be able to look her in the eye again.
Fitness center, Gym/fitness: Alright, this was standard. Clean, equipment that worked, and at least some natural light, which is a win.
Pool with view: Yes. The pool was beautiful, with a lovely view, but oh the noise!
Swimming pool and Swimming pool [outdoor]: You got that!
Cleanliness and safety: Sanitized… or Sanitized-ish?
This is the big elephant in the room, right? Anti-viral cleaning products are a must, and they claim to use them, plus Daily disinfection in common areas. They’ve got Hand sanitizer everywhere. And it's a good thing! But…
(My OCD Moment)
I'm a bit of a germaphobe. Okay, maybe more than a bit. So, I was obsessed with looking for lingering dirt. The room seemed clean, it was very well sanitized, but… I noticed a smear on the mirror in the elevator. And then, a stray hair in the corner of the bathroom in my room. And I spent the next two days thinking about it!
Hygiene certification, Rooms sanitized between stays, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment – all good signs. But it's the little things, the personal touch, that make a difference. And sometimes, those little things are missing.
Cashless payment service, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Safe dining setup. Okay!
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Eat, Drink, and Pray You Don't Over-Order
A la carte in restaurant: Always nice. Alternative meal arrangement: A big plus! Asian breakfast: Got it, which surprisingly was great. Asian cuisine in restaurant: Available! Bar, Coffee shop: All the boozy goodness. Bottle of water: Always a gift.
Now, the food situation. The Breakfast [buffet] was… intense. A glorious mountain of options. But also a battlefield. The crowds, the jostling… it was a survival of the fittest situation. I saw someone nearly take out a bowl of cereal with a rogue elbow.
Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant: Available. Desserts in restaurant: You betcha! International cuisine in restaurant, Restaurants: Okay! Room service [24-hour]: Amazing! Snack bar: Always the best for a quick bite. Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant: Plenty of options.
Services and conveniences: The Good, The Bad, and The "Why Didn't I Bring That?"
Air conditioning in public area: Standard. Business facilities: Got the usual. Cash withdrawal, Concierge: helpful. Daily housekeeping, Doorman: Always appreciated! Elevator: Essential. Facilities for disabled guests: Largely there, but see the "accessibility" rant above. Invoice provided: Yes. Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage: All the useful stuff. Meetings, Meetings, Meeting stationery: Okay! Safety deposit boxes: Essential
For the kids: Family Friendly… or Just Tolerant?
Babysitting service: They got it. Family/child friendly: They say so. Kids facilities: They got some. Kids meal: Also available.
Access, Safety, and Security
CCTV in common areas, Exterior corridor, Fire extinguisher: Standard. Front desk [24-hour]: Always welcome. Non-smoking rooms, Safety/security feature, Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms: You got them.
Getting around:
Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: Plenty of options.
Available in all rooms:
Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Coffee/tea maker, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wi-Fi [free]: Standard, but appreciated… mostly!
The Rundown (My Very Subjective Conclusion)
So, would I go back to "The Grandest Getaway"? Maybe. The spa was divine. The location was great. But… it wasn't perfect. It felt… polished, but not necessarily personalized. The accessibility, while present, needed more work. The cleanliness was good, but still, the smear on the mirror haunted me! The staff did there best, but as with many hotels, it seemed understaffed.
Final Verdict: A solid (but pricey
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into my gloriously chaotic trip to the Tiong Nam Hotel in Johor Bahru, Malaysia. Forget perfectly curated Instagram feeds; this is the real deal, warts and all, fueled by copious amounts of caffeine and a healthy dose of existential dread (just kidding… mostly).
The Tiong Nam Tantrums & Triumph Tour - Johor Bahru Edition
Day 1: Arrival & Ramen Revelation (Or: I Nearly Slept on the Floor)
- Time: Arrived at Senai International Airport (JHB) at around 2 PM. Flight was thankfully uneventful which is a good start!
- Transportation: Taxi. The joys of haggling (badly) with the driver for a reasonable price. I swear, he looked at me like I was a complete moron. I probably was. Also remembered I didn't get local currency, and the ATM line was a nightmare.
- Accommodation: Tiong Nam Hotel. Okay, first impression? The lobby is vast. Like, "could-host-a-small-convention" vast. Check-in was… a process. Let's just say my room wasn't quite ready upon arrival. Cue the internal monologue: "Am I even me? Is this real life? Do I want this kind of adventure? Will I ever use up all the soap they provide?"
- Room: Eventually, got my room (thank god). Standard, clean-enough, with a window offering a view of… another building. Ah, the allure of urban charm. The air conditioning? Strong. Almost too strong. I immediately went to bed. And then woke up in the middle of the night freezing like a popsicle.
- Dinner: Now, here's where things get interesting. I had read reviews about a killer ramen place near the hotel. "Ramen King" it was called. After the near-frostbite in the hotel and the questionable cab experience, I needed some serious comfort food. The place was packed. Packed. Standing in a line in the heat and humidity already a test of my patience. Once inside, the broth was a revelation. Rich, savory, the noodles perfectly chewy. Honestly, it was life-affirming. I could have wept with joy. (And probably did, a little.) The only downside? I ate so fast, I nearly choked. Victory and near-death experience all in one delicious bowl. Afterward, tried to find a convenience store to buy water but ended up lost in alleyways and nearly getting eaten by a swarm of mosquitoes. Lovely.
Day 2: Holy Moly, Malls & the Melaka Meltdown (Or: My Wallet and My Sanity Were Tested).
- Morning: Woke up still alive. Success! Breakfast at the hotel. The buffet was… adequate. Let's just say it didn't quite measure up to the ramen. There was, however, an alarming amount of white bread. Was this the apocalypse? Carbs alone will not cut it.
- Planned Activity: Shopping! This was a terrible idea.
- Transportation: Grab taxi to the big shopping mall.
- Actual Activity: Shopping (and almost losing my mind). My original plan was to hit the big malls (City Square, Mid Valley Southkey – you name it). Turns out, everyone had the same idea. The crowds were insane. The stores were overwhelming. My wallet started weeping openly. Found a pair of shoes that looked great, but my feet looked awful. Then I got lost. Then I saw the same advertisement for the same product like a hundred times.
- Lunch: Food court chaos. The options were endless, the smells intoxicating, and picking something to eat was a monumental decision. Settled on something I think was chicken rice. Ate it, mostly because I was starving and couldn’t bear to look for anything else. Regret was immediate.
- Afternoon: A bus trip to Malacca. Should have researched the route. Should have known the traffic would be a nightmare. Should have brought Dramamine. I spent the entire bus journey regretting everything that led up to that moment.
- Melaka Meltdown: Arrived in Malacca in dire conditions. The heat was something else. Wandered around the charming historical streets, taking photos, and trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling that I was going to spontaneously combust. Was supposed to go to the Jonker Street, but opted for a cheap meal at a shop and got scammed by a local.
- Evening: Back in Johor Bahru, exhausted, defeated, and questioning all my life choices. Ate some instant noodles in my room and went to bed.
Day 3: Temple Tranquility & a Taxi Trauma (Or: Redemption… Maybe?)
- Morning: Okay, needed a palate cleanser. Decided to visit the Arulmigu Sri Rajakaliamman Glass Temple. Figured some spiritual cleansing, even if I was skeptical, was in order.
- Transportation: Taxi to the temple. This time, the driver was actually pretty cool, told me to embrace the chaos.
- Activity: The Glass Temple! The temple was absolutely stunning. The shimmering glass, the intricate details… It was breathtaking. I spent a solid hour wandering around, feeling slightly less terrible about life. The colours and the atmosphere were so calming, that I almost forgot the previous two days' worth of stress.
- Lunch: Found a little hole-in-the-wall place recommended by the cab driver. The food was delicious, cheap, and authentically Malaysian. This time I didn’t screw it up.
- Afternoon: Needed to get back to the hotel. Another taxi ride… which turned into a nightmare. The driver got lost. Twice. He didn't speak English. I didn't speak much Malay. We circled around the same block for a good twenty minutes while I tried to keep my cool (and my lunch down). Finally, magically, we ended up at the hotel. Tipped him generously, just to get rid of him.
- Evening: Packing. Processing. Debriefing with my inner self. Decided to embrace the impending flight.
Day 4: Departure & Reflections (Or: I Survived!)
- Morning: Final breakfast at the hotel. Still adequate. Still too much white bread.
- Departure: Check-out was smooth. Taxi back to Senai. The airport felt like an oasis of calm compared to the rest of the trip.
- Reflections: Johor Bahru. A chaotic, beautiful, frustrating, delicious, eye-opening experience. I survived. More importantly, I learned a valuable lesson: always carry cash, embrace the mess, and definitely, definitely, eat the ramen. Would I go back to the Tiong Nam Hotel? Maybe. It’s a place to sleep, and if it means another bowl of ramen, I am there!
- Final Rating: 3 out of 5 stars. (Lost one star due to air conditioning. Lost one star due to the shopping malls. Gained one star for the ramen).
Alright, simmer down, inquisitive minds. This here FAQ? It's a… *thing*. Like, a sprawling, semi-coherent collection of thoughts, opinions, and possibly questionable life decisions. Think of it as a conversational stew. The subject matter? Well, it’s whatever grabs my attention at the moment. We’re talking the big stuff (purpose, meaning, the correct way to fold a fitted sheet) and the small stuff (why do socks *always* disappear in the dryer?). It’s like… a meandering thought experiment. Don't expect anything concrete. Expect honesty. And maybe, just maybe, a few giggles.
Oh, you noticed the glorious chaos? Yeah, that’s intentional. Life's messy, isn't it? Like, a toddler's art project explosion meets a philosophical debate. Trying to organize it into neat little boxes feels… wrong. And the opinions? Dude, I *have* opinions. After years of surviving the wild, wild web and the grocery store at peak hour—okay, and maybe just *slightly* more years surviving myself—I've learned to trust my gut. And my gut often yells. It's a process. We all have them. And besides, wouldn't you rather read something that makes you *think* (and maybe roll your eyes) than something that puts you to sleep?
Look, 3 AM, am I right? It’s the witching hour for existential crises *and* the desperate craving for… whatever’s left in the pantry. It's the moment of pure, unadulterated truth. That moment you stand in front of the fridge, bathed in that unforgiving fluorescent glow, contemplating the nutritional value (or lack thereof) of a half-eaten tub of ice cream. I've *been* there. We all have. That light… it seems to amplify the shame. The sheer *audacity* of wanting something! It's the dark underbelly of… well, existing. And sometimes, you just *have* to shove a handful of stale chips in your face. It’s survival, I tell you! Survival! Don't judge me, I judge me! Also, I think I need a snack break.
Ah, the million-dollar question. Food. The fuel for… well, everything. Okay, my *current* rotation? Avocado toast. Pure, unadulterated joy. Perfectly ripe avocado, a sprinkle of everything bagel seasoning, on toasted sourdough... *chef's kiss*. Seriously. Divine. Beyond that? The landscape gets a little… muddy. I have a weakness for dark chocolate (the good stuff, the *really* good stuff), but then the sugar crashes come if I overdo it. I often find myself sneaking a handful of whatever my partner is eating, even if I don’t actually *want* it. It’s some sort of weird tribal instinct, I swear. And on really bad days? Popcorn. Buttered. Heavily salted. Don’t judge me. I blame the TV. Or the world. Probably the world.
Right! Fitted sheets. *Exasperated sigh*. Okay, let's be honest. They're the devil's work. The actual *devil's* work. I *hate* fitted sheets. Absolutely and completely. They are a conspiracy perpetrated by the laundry industry, to drive perfectly rational people to the brink of madness! It defies the laws of physics! How can a simple rectangular piece of fabric transform into such a… a monstrous, impossible-to-fold entity? It’s not just about the folding, either. It’s the struggle! The wrestling match to get them *onto* the mattress in the first place! I swear, my sheets have a mind of their own. They're always too small on one side and gigantic on the other. And the elastic? Oh, the *elastic*! It mocks me! It stretches and snaps and… ARGH! I’m getting worked up just thinking about it. I fold them once a year and it's a battle of wills, that involves me sitting, sighing, then finally giving up and shoving it haphazardly into the linen closet.
The biggest mistake? Oh, honey, where do I *start*? Okay, maybe I shouldn't be this transparent, but I once, at 2 am mind you, after a *particularly* soul-crushing phone call from a client, decided I needed to… bake a cake. Yes. A *cake*. At 2 AM. I’m not sure what possessed me. Stress, I guess. A desperate craving for sugary redemption? Whatever the reason, it was a disaster. I started with the recipe, which was already suspect. I *may* have misread a crucial step (maybe the amount of baking soda, just a suggestion). I *may* have gotten distracted by a particularly juicy episode of some trashy reality show and forgotten the oven. The smoke alarm? Yeah, well, it had a *lot* of opinions about my baking skills. The cake? MoreGlobe Stay Finder
