Uncover Hidden Puerto Principe: Gran Canaria's Best-Kept Secret!
Okay, buckle up. This is gonna be a long, rambling, rollercoaster ride. Let's see if I can actually review this place… whatever “this place” is, judging by this laundry list of features. Prepare for hot takes, sarcastic sighs, and probably a few typos. Hey, nobody's perfect.
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(The Messy, Unfiltered Truth)
Alright, so they want a review, the kind where you don't just regurgitate facts. Challenge accepted! Let’s dive into this…thing.
First Impressions… and the Fumbling Around
Finding the front desk, you know how it is, is the first hurdle. Is the entrance wheelchair accessible? (Accessibility, remember? It’s on the list!) Ugh. Don't make me hunt for a ramp hidden behind a potted ficus. A proper, visible entrance, PLEASE. And while we’re at it, a legible sign might help. They do have a doorman. But do they actually do anything, or are they just…standing there? (Doormen: a crucial service, or a glorified, well-dressed statue? The world may never know.)
Accessibility: The Real Test (and the Panic)
Okay, so we need to REALLY nail this. This is important, people! Wheelchair accessibility is a must. I mean, come on, in this day and age, it's not optional! I hope there are elevators available. If not, the whole place is basically useless to a LOT of people. How about the pool? Is there a ramp or lift for the swimming pool? A pool with a view? Sounds amazing, if you can actually GET to it. The bathrooms in the rooms (and especially the public areas) need to be properly adapted. The restaurant entrances and tables…ugh, the anxiety is mounting, isn’t it? I’d love a detailed description of all that!
The Room: My Sanctuary (or My Prison?)
Okay, the room. My tiny, temporary kingdom. Air conditioning (thank GOD). Wi-Fi – Free! In all rooms! That's a HUGE win. I need my internet. Interconnecting room(s) available? Useful for families, annoying for… introverts. A non-smoking room is essential (unless you’re in the designated smoking area…which better not be the most scenic spot). I need blackout curtains. I’m a vampire! Is there a safe in the room? (Can’t trust anyone these days, can we?) A coffee/tea maker? Sweet, I never bother with room service for my morning fix.
The details: Does the bed feel like a slab of concrete or a cloud? The linens? I’m picky about linens. And yes, I’ll judge the toiletries. They’re a small, often-overlooked detail. But are they good? Decent shampoo is a basic human right.
(Anecdote Alert: The Great Towel Debacle)
One time, at a hotel… the towels were like sandpaper. Actual, industrial-grade sandpaper. I’m still traumatized. So, yeah, quality towels are critical, and I’m going to be looking for them.
Dining: A Culinary Adventure (or a Buffet of Regret?)
Restaurants – plural! Excellent. But what kind of food? The list mentions everything. Asian cuisine, International cuisine, Western cuisine, vegetarian even. I am praying for food that is more than just… palatable. Breakfast buffet might work. Breakfast in room, yes please! I am a fan of the lazy morning. The experience matters, right? Is there coffee/tea in the restaurant? (I’m seeing a theme here…) And dessert! Must. Have. Dessert.
- A La Carte: Fine dining? Or pretentious snootiness? The truth is often somewhere in the soggy middle.
- Bars: Are the cocktails good? Happy hour is a MUST.
- Room service: 24-hour? Bless.
(Restaurant Ramblings: The Time I Ate a Bad Shrimp)
Oh, the restaurant. I want it to be good. I need it to be good. Nothing worse than a bland, overpriced meal after a long travel day. I had an experience in a hotel restaurant… where the shrimp was… well, let's just say, "not ideal." The stomach flip. The quick, discreet napkin maneuver to rid the flavor from my mouth… Not fun times. I'll be judging the food and the overall atmosphere. I'll be looking for: are the staff friendly? Is it clean? Is the food fresh?
Ways to Relax: Spa, Fitness, and the Existential Dread
The spa. Ooh, fancy. Body scrub? Body wrap? (Do I even want a body wrap? Sound suffocating…) Pool with a view? Yes, please. Sauna, steam room, massage? Sign me up! I will probably spend most of my time in the pool.
The fitness center. Do I have to go? I’m on vacation! But, hey, a decent gym is always a plus.
(The Anti-Viral Obsessions)
- Cleanliness is Queen (and King): I'm fully aware that no one is going to be happy with this section, so I'll start with a statement: I am here to be honest. What does this mean? The current situation is all about sanitation. Every hotel should have a cleaning protocol. Are they using the right kind of cleaning products? I'm going around and asking questions. Are they actually sterilizing everything? Are they using anti-viral cleaning products? That's the basics.
- Hand Sanitizer, Please: How many hand sanitizer stations are there? A constant supply is critical, and it can't be that cheap, watered-down stuff.
- Physical Distancing: Is there a system in place? Are tables spaced properly? Are the staff wearing masks?
For the Kids (or the Kids at Heart)
Family-friendly? Babysitting service? Kids’ meals? Okay, this is good for the parents.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Annoy (or Delight)
- Daily Housekeeping: Essential. But are they actually cleaning?
- Laundry service: (because who wants to do laundry on vacation?)
- Concierge: Can they actually get you into the best restaurants? Can they help you find a decent coffee shop?
- Currency exchange: Gotta factor that in
- Elevators: Important!
- Luggage Storage: I almost forgot. A safe place to leave everything while you are out exploring.
- Car Park (Free of Charge): That's nice.
(The Grand Finale: The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly)
Okay, so I haven’t actually stayed here yet. But based on this massive list… it could be amazing. Or… it could be a disaster. It all depends on the execution. Is the staff friendly? Are they helpful? Is the whole experience… seamless? Or is it a clunky, overpriced mess? I will need to see everything.
The Verdict (Pending…):
This place has potential. A LOT of potential. But potential is easy to list. It's the doing that matters. I want to be able to see everything, not just the things that are easy. The hard things need to be done right.
My final rating? I'll hold my judgments. I'll give it a wait and see.
Dynasty Inn Kota Bharu: Your Luxurious Malaysian Escape Awaits!Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into… Puerto de la Cruz, not Puerto Principe! God, get it straight, travel brain. I'm SO excited, but also completely unprepared, like a toddler wielding a spork at a lobster dinner. Right, Puerto de la Cruz, Tenerife, Canary Islands. My brain is still in Canary Islands mode… and that's where the magic truly begins and my meticulously planned, oh-so-perfect itinerary is about to go spectacularly, gloriously wrong.
Day 1: Arrival Disaster and the Promise of Croquettes
Morning (Technically): Land. Ugh, flying. I swear I’d rather ride a donkey cart through the desert than spend another minute in a tin can hurtling through the sky. Arrive at Tenerife North Airport (TFN). Passport control? Always a nail-biter. Did I fill out everything correctly? Am I on a watchlist somewhere because I once accidentally ordered two dozen bagels? Success! Baggage claim is a chaotic ballet of lost luggage and tired sighs. Mine thankfully arrives, looking vaguely ashamed.
Afternoon: Taxi to the hotel in Puerto de la Cruz. The drive itself is a sensory overload. Volcanic landscapes morphing into lush green hills… and then… the inevitable traffic. We've all been there. The hotel, the Hotel Marquesa, looks like it might have seen a refurbishment in the last century. Charmingly old, or just plain old? The jury's still out. Check-in…a process. Let’s just say Miguel, at reception, and I are now on first-name terms. He seems to know everyone, which is slightly intimidating, but also gives off warm and comforting vibes, like a grandma who offers you a cookie when you're feeling blue.
Late Afternoon/Evening: Now, food. This is critical. Research led me to El Taller Secreto. Oh. My. God. Croquettes. And not just any croquettes. Apparently, they have a Michelin star? Who knew? I'm not fancy. Honestly, the only thing I care about is whether the croquettes melt in your mouth and sing you a lullaby. Spoiler alert: they do. I ordered a plate of ham and another of cheese…and then a third. No regrets. At one point, I may have cried a little, overcome by the sheer perfection of fried, creamy goodness. I even had the nerve to attempt Spanish, which resulted in a lot of smiling, pointing, and the occasional desperate hand gesture. Definitely worth it. I feel like I've truly lived on this first day.
Night: Stumbled back to the hotel, happily stuffed. The hotel bar beckons… and probably my bed. Jet lag is a beast, and this food-induced coma is about to knock me out. The only disappointment so far? Leaving the croquettes. They are the only thing keeping me going. The only thing.
Day 2: Black Sand Beaches, and a Moment of Existential Dread
Morning: The worst thing happens: woke up in a panic, fearing no more croquettes. But, after a hearty breakfast (because I'm a pro, and I need to pace myself), it's beach time! Playa Jardín is the star, volcanic black sand, designed by that artist, César Manrique. He looks like a true artist, so how bad could it be? It's gorgeous, the sand is hot, the water is… cold. brrr, so cold. I dip my toes in then immediately bolt. So that was a complete waste of time.
Afternoon: Trying, desperately trying, to be cultured. So off to the Parque Taoro. Supposedly, beautiful gardens with stunning views. I get lost… a LOT. Found some, though. It was pretty, in that overly manicured, forced-pretty kinda way. The views? Meh. The sun? Brutal. Eventually, I collapse on a bench, and I don’t know what came over me, but I had an existential crisis. Am I really happy? Am I doing all the right things? Do the croquettes even love me the way I love them? After a good cry, and a bit of a stare into the middle distance, I decided the answer to everything was a resounding "I don't know, but I need a nap."
Late Afternoon/Evening: The hunt for the perfect tapas began. Found a charming little place tucked away on a side street. The food? Hit or miss. The sangria? Undeniably delicious. Made a friend with a local, who told me all the best spots and the best ways to avoid the tourist traps. Good news - it's worth it! But, this is what I love about travel. Unexpected chats with strangers. Misunderstandings (I once ordered a "giant squid" and got what looked like a rubber tire). The thrill of the unknown. It’s also what scares me but hey.
Night: Back at the hotel bar, nursing a drink and battling the urge to go back for one more plate of croquettes. The croquettes…always.
Day 3: The Volcano and Unfulfilled Promises
Morning: Today, the big one! Mount Teide! Or, that was the plan. Booked a tour. Up early. The excitement was palpable, until… the tour guide was late. And then, the bus was full of overly enthusiastic tourists and the volcano was covered in clouds. We saw nothing. All that build up. all that anticipation and the best I got was the memory of hot, sweaty, and very close to strangers in the back of the bus.
Afternoon: I'm still a bit raw from the disappointment. Wandered the streets hoping to stumble upon something to pick me up. Found a cute little cafe, drank some cafe con leche, and tried to channel positivity but it was gone by the time I got more than two sips down.
Late Afternoon/Evening: Back to El Taller Secreto. Okay, maybe I'm becoming obsessed, but that's fine! My life is now defined by croquettes. Today, a plate of chorizo and one of mushroom. The chef actually recognized me. I think, he may have been slightly concerned by my dedication, but hey, I’m a patron of the arts, a lover of the fine things in life. I have a new mission: to try every croquette on the menu before I die!
Night: Trying to convince myself I had a lovely day. Did. Totally did. And what's this? A local bar with live music! The music was… a bit dubious. The crowd? Rowdy. But I danced. badly, but I danced. And I realized that even when things don't go according to plan, there’s always something to find joy in – especially if you're fueled by croquettes.
Day 4: Farewell, Croquettes, and the Reality of Departure
Morning: The dreadful packing process. Realized I bought way too many souvenirs (mostly croquette-related). Said a tearful goodbye to the croquettes (one last, glorious plate). I'm gonna miss you. I'm so gonna miss you.
Afternoon: Taxi to the airport. Same flight, and some of the same feelings. Back to real life, back to work, back to reality.
Evening: Sitting on the plane, a familiar sadness creeps in. This trip… it wasn't perfect. There were hiccups, disappointments, and moments of pure, unadulterated frustration. But there were also those croquettes, the sunsets I somehow found, the random conversations, the silly dances, and the sheer, overwhelming feeling of being somewhere new.
Night: Landed. The world seemed slightly dull. But I know… I know I'll be back. Croquettes, here I come!
And that, my friends, is the glorious, messy, beautiful truth of my visit to Puerto de la Cruz. Remember: Pack snacks, embrace the chaos, and never, ever underestimate the power of a good croquette.
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